SOUTH WESTERN MISSION BELL

 

The Mission bells

Blooming herb

Of the south-western States

With dark purple

Bell-shaped flowers

Mottled with green

SUMMER FLOWERS ARE BLOOMING

 

Summer flowers are blooming

In the scented meadows

Are the sun slowly sets

Lengthening the shadows

THE SUMMER IS ENDING

 

The summer is ending

The flowers are dying

The meadows are still

And the geese are flying

 

NORTH WESTERN MISSION BELLS

 

The Mission bells

Blooming herb

Of the northwestern states

With green-and-purple

Bell-shaped flowers

WHEN THE BURNING SUN SINKS LOW

 

When the burning sun sinks low

Setting the western sky aglow

And the evening shadows grow

This is the time of the amorous beau

A LONG AGO WORLD

 

A long-ago world

In Days of innocence

And a wondrous summer

We stood on the cusp

Of loves first awakening

 

When feeling awkward and gawky

We took our first faltering steps

In the realm of love

Wearing swim shorts

And self-conscious blushes

 

It was a guiltless time

When holding hands

Was a physical pleasure

And stolen kisses

Seemed to last forever

 

If I had the presence of mind

I would have bottled that summer

And when I felt

Tarnished by the world

I would take a long sip

And be refreshed

DAYS OUT ON THE WATER

 

Days out on the water

Windswept with rime

Watery sunshine above a

Putty coloured sea

As I sailed the estuary

With dad at the helm