Summer
The Kentucky sun
Turned my moustache blonde
While the Tennessee air
Cut through my brown hair
Since I turned twenty-one
I thought just for fun
I have been doing twenty pushups
Each morning and night
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I love the balance of being the object in stanza 1 and the agent in stanza 2. Also love the way the end rhyme happens in the middle lines, and how the end rhyme in stanza 2 rhymes with the word ending the first line. All together, the poem has the easygoing feel of summer.
Quite musical. Plus, some deft juxtapositions of images & tones (exactly what I appreciate).
What Gaby says, yes.