Summer Poetic Asides

 Fun in the Sun

The summer lies like a blank journal
waiting to be written in.
I hope to have some fun in the sun,
but the dailies are up to my chin.

Is it because I’m a busy bee?
Or is the blank thing my mind?
In the sun, I hope to have some fun.
What summer adventures can I find?

Re-tour this area I know well?
Grab some friends and take a hike?
I hope to have some fun in the sun.
I’d like to buy an electric bike.

Or a kayak to dream at the lake.
Oh, I want to have a ball!
In the sun, I hope to have some fun
and go to Africa in the fall.