Summer Days Poem by Sunday Igwebuike

As the winter nights,
Blow cold, lock in, flu, drenching souls,
Hospital bills rising!
Then comes the spring,
A breather you say;
And summer, bright and fair!
A happy day of joy,
A sea of resurrection,
Parties, hot exchanges!

Summer does not come out of the blues,
Widely expected!
Summer days, oh, my God!
But as an African child,
Summer is a lost for me!
Birds in their migration,
From cold, no passports, visas,
Land at my backyard!
With their lovely voices!
And beautiful nests!

But difficult to aim.
Summer takes them back,
Ho! Ho! Ha! Ha!
To their native land.
Oh, how I pray for their safety.
Now birds run to and fro,
Without papers, no cost!
Why not me?
Oh, summer count me in.