Summer in London


The parks are
Speckled
Pink and raw,
With bare
Torsos
And
Limbs
Akimbo.

The Englishman
Comes out to play
In the midday sun.

The grass
Is barely visible,
Smattered
With picnickers
And picnic blankets.
Strawberries and cream,
A palpable vibe
Of London chilling.

Forgetting,
Forsaking,
Its hectic duties,
London sits down
In a deck-chair,
And breathes
A great sigh of
Contentment.

How easy
To please
The Brits,

Just
Bring out
The sun.




Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2011-05-12 at 13:41

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Summer sun and a Royal wedding. London has it all!

Lovely poem, and though it is London it reminds me of San Francisco and Chicago before the heat descends, anywhere the sun is cherished.
2011-05-15


NicholasG
We could do with a bit of pleasing across the pond!
Such nice pictures you paint Esti!
Nick
2011-05-12