Summer Poetry

Ramona Street on a Hot Summer Day

You can hear the whack
of a tennis ball against the plastic bat.
You can smell Mrs. Lowry’s
honeysuckle bush.
You can lick an ice cold popsicle
from Pete’s ice-cream truck.
You can feel Mr. Garcia’s sprinkler water
tingling on your warm skin.
There’s no place I’d rather be
than Ramona Street
on a hot summer day.

Betsy Franco

Cooling Off

On summer days I like to eat
cold watermelon, juicy, sweet,
and feel it dripping on my feet.

Leslie Danford Perkins

Summer Cooking

July is steaming the world today
People and places are cooking away...
Sizzling, baking, boiling, roasting,
Can’t you feel that your toes are toasting?

Sandra Liatsos

A Warm Spoony Day

It’s a day for a cone,
for a plum,
or a peach,
a warm spoony day
for a run
on the beach,
where a ball
hits the clouds,
where the sky tips
the sea,
where we jump
for the water,
one, two, three!

Sarah Wilson

Thunder

Hear him tumble
grumble
rumble...
Bash, crash, blunder –
old grouch thunder!
Always in a mood to fight –
morning, afternoon, or night.
Lightning quickly answers back
with a zig-zag
flashing
crack!

Bobbi Katz