Mid-Day Sun

The Mid-Day Sun

By: Tracey Criswell Wilson

The mid-day sun beats down upon the land.
It was a sure message that summer was at hand.
The sun glistened off the sand, like diamonds.

The waters reflection was shear perfection,
of beauty and grace and a spectacular place.
With iced cold lemon-aid and lingering thoughts in shade.

My mind wandered about dark cold nights,
with out the sun beneath soft lights.
Watching the birds take off in flight.

But alas, the mid-day sun has just begun.
The children will laugh, play and have some fun.
The elderly will sit under shade and wave their fan.
While the mid-day sun beats down upon the land.

10/29/03

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