Summer Birth Poem by Phil Soar

Summer Birth



I may have been born in the summer
But that season means nothing to me
For me, it's the heat that's a bummer
I'd rather sit under a tree
The shade keeps me cool and it's cosy
I don't like to sit in the sun
For me, summer's not all that rosey
And I hate it when it has begun

Thursday, May 7, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: summer time
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