Summer--By Linda Hurdwell--England

Summer

So ethereal like a starlit dawn
A mysterious track beside the lawn
Perhaps fairy dust that shimmers and shines
A sun trapped sparkling silver line

I look to the end of this magical path
Then feel both sick yet want to laugh
Were I a toad I would croak with fun
Observing this shining beneath the sun

‘Oh joy, oh gladness something to eat’
The toad gobbles up his slimy treat
A rain filled summer is always the same
A deluge of slugs from no where came

I notice the toad disappear
Watch something both tender and dear
A bumblebee drones inspecting a flower
Before nature’s unexpected shower.

A butterfly dances with great delight
Observing a typical garden sight
Gossamer wings flutter and sway
On a normal English summer’s day.

Linda Hurdwell has been a widow for 5 years.  She has two adult sons. Living in the English countryside, she takes her dog, Bessie, for a daily walks and that's where many of her poems and stories are born.  She has always loved writing and has a few short stories published.  Although now a pensioner,  she enjoys working with adults with learning disabilities and running a mencap social club once a week.  Her hobbies are writing, tap dancing, and going to the theatre or cinema with my friends.