"Summer in the Air" ("not a cento poem poem")

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,

The Happy Amateur 

http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2012/06/13/prompt-109-its-post-your-poems-day/

'A Natural History of My Room'

In response to a prompt #86 from We Write Poems.

It’s

Really

Not a room,

An apartment,

But I will call it

A room in a sense of

Something that represents an

Indivisible living space.

It indeed witnessed a lot of life:

Four generations sharing the same roof!

Too crowded, too much into each other.

It has been years since I left that place.

I have a family. A big

House, my kids consider small.

My life is full, but I

Find myself in that

Apartment each

Time I dream

Of home.

Weird?

Live for the Love of it,

The Happy Amateur