The Sounds Of Summer

it is the air that blows the song of summer
the birds chirp and the sky is ready for their wings.

the sands of the beach are whiter
and the waves of the sea are bluer.

the mountains lush and the paths are clear.
someone waits for you on the other side

the coconut wine is bubbling and the
dance with the wind shall soon start for

a thanksgiving. The rice cakes on the
banana leaves, the pork barbecue,

the raw mangoes with shrimp paste
and the relatives from the cities are coming.

News, stories from far, bits and pieces
and poems, and more merrymaking

i heard that she is coming and i am waiting.
This time, we shall explore a new avenue

just friendship, and a lot of reminiscing
no regrets, a little glance, and then we part.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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