Baseball with the boys
Excitement and emotion
An eight year old’s joy
Baseball with the boys
Excitement and emotion
An eight year old’s joy
Summer passing fast
Mother’s counting school supplies
Kids still having fun
Wearing crocs and socks
I’m not very elegant
My feet are comfy
Writing code today
I’m editing PHP
Pray and back up files
The year is half gone
I have not run out of poems
My muse keeps working
On days of heat and humidity
Grateful thoughts occur to me
For throughout most our history
As the temps would spike the mercury
We had no choice but sweltering
But now we enjoy electricity
Oscillating fans and max AC
We shut the windows and close the door
And keep the room at 64
Sun-baked golden grass
Even the clover is brown
Dormant, but not dead
The hottest new app
Pokemon GO is a craze
Who would have guessed it?
Summer sun and fun
Baseball fields and swimming pools
Days to remember