Summer is Here a poem by Coyote Palmer
The tulip bloomed.
The old lake was calm,
while me and my wife
fished on the pond.
Do I have to tell you that I love this poem? Such an old, wistful tone. Tranquil. An old man looking back on the summer of his life. I imagine his wife is long dead, as is the tulip and probably the lake.
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