Ballad for Summer

A poem in a ballad style.

Daylight stretches across the grass,
Pairing green with a deep sky blue.
Warm wind rolls over cars that pass—
Verdant pastures in the rearview.
So many friends! You don’t know who
Brought along that six-string guitar;
make memories, laugh, breathe anew
As summer’s canvas fills with stars.

Lily’s voice like sparkling glass;
She’s a summer girl, through and through.
That see thru shirt—oh, what a lass!
Water drips from her hair like dew.
The long arm of the evening grew
Like a curtain pulled from afar.
The sunbeams shutter down to few
As summer’s canvas fills with stars.

Now laying in the emerald grass,
Watching the purpling dome of blue,
Dreamy thoughts like melodies pass;
Amethyst clouds drift into view.
And as shouts come from God knows who,
Someone strums a six-string guitar—
Rejoin the party all anew
As summer’s canvas fills with stars.

We’ll dance all night if we want to.
When we’re together, it’s all ours:
Roadtrips, bonfires, and all we do
As summer’s canvas fills with stars.