I Feel the Sun beating down on me.
The warm sand beneath my feet
Creeping between my toes.
I hear the waves slapping at the shore.
As the wind blows, the clouds roll by.
It's Summertime
The days are long, laughter fills the air.
BBQ's, fireflies, friends, and family.
A cold drink in my hand, you by my side.
Watching fireworks light up the night sky
With Crimson reds and bright blues.
We are overwhelmed with a feeling
there is nothing we can't do.
It's summertime
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You probably won't see this because this poem is so old, but I just wanted to say I stumbled across it while looking for something else and I loved it! I love summer and going to the beach and this bought back all of my fond memories on summertime. It's winter right now, so I'm just waiting for summer again!