I could not wait to post this! A "not a cento poem poem" in response to the latest prompt from We Write Poems. The title and the lines are taken from Ray Bradbury's "Dandelion Wine" - truly a book for all times. If I could I'd post all of it. "The words were summer on the tongue. The wine was summer caught and stoppered." A great book.
~ Summer in the Air ~
Time is so strange and life is twice as strange
You're only you, here, now-the present you
Some people turn sad awfully young
Old people never were children
You do things and don’t watch
Shadows running around in the air
Why not let nature show you a few things?
But you got to look at grapes as well as watermelons
Cutting grass and pulling weeds can be a way of life, son
You’ve time to seek and find. No person ever died that had a family
This fine first cool white snow would never melt,
but live a thousand summers
Live for the Love of it,