August, with its clouds of scented blooms,
August, with its great stacks of giant clouds,
August, with corn plants standing like a row of soldiers,
August, with watermelons , full and heavy, dozing in the sun,
August
August, remember swimming in the lake?
August, remember baby Alice daintily eating berries from the vine?
August, remember Rickie playing with the goat?
August, remember Donald practicing on his new saxophone?
August
August, and its lightening laced sky,
August, and newlyweds Pat an Chet decorating their first home,
August, and Billy the brave, Billy the fearless, on his two wheeled bike,
August, and shimmering memories hanging like drops of dew,
August
August the bountiful, August the full,
August, mamas hot, but smiling, over a platter of succulent roast chicken,
August, daddy mixing her a frosty mint julep
August, blessed harvest of memories.
~Mary Nayhlor~
