A Simple Song For Home In The Height Of Summer Comments

makes me wish it was summer, reminds me of when I was a child and was innocent enough to naturally appreciate the Summer

A very atmospheric portrayal. It takes imagination to create a poem out of such materials. By the way, I think the talent lies on your side, not mine. Thanks for the message, and give us more of this mature but gently wry and youthful writing.

You do love the colour blue! I wonder what a hot summer in Ireland is - 35 degrees? No wonder the pastey skinned convicts couldn't handle Australia when they arrived in those boats... I do love the salty taste of skin and the helpless naive optimism. You seem to reflect upon your innocence in your poems with the eyes of a jaded cynic - a lovely balance.