Skip to main content

 THE TASTES OF SUMMER


Tender green onion blades,  tipped at the end

With a white marble bulb, their flavors do blend

With soup or a sandwich, I do recommend

For these are the tastes of summer.


Cucumbers growing green, awaiting their turn

For slicing with vinegar and sugar, I yearn

So cool and refreshing, my praises they earn

These too are the tastes of summer.


Sun ripened tomatoes, So juicy and sweet

A smidgeon of salt, such a heavenly treat

Just thinking of them makes my heart skip a beat

A favorite taste of summer.


Hot corn on the cob with the tantalizing name

Of peaches and cream, it’s in my hall of fame

From one end to the other of the cob I exclaim

That this is the true taste of summer.


Green beans, new potatoes, cooked up in a pan

Just simmering slowly all day is my plan

Some salt, bacon drippings, there’s no better than

The taste of fresh beans in the summer.


Green lettuce wilted down with some crisp bacon bits

Add some vinegar, and sugar, it’s always a hit

I have to admit that’s as good as it gets

In the early days of summer.


What’s dessert you are asking, how ‘bout strawberry cake

Those luscious sweet berries in the batter to bake

Then more berries and butter in the icing we make

This is the sweet taste of summer.


     Copyright   Joan Rowden Hart, July 2017
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

COMMUNION ON THE MOON

Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow. (Melody Beattie) Americans need a day dedicated to gratitude. I have noticed that in the lineup of most of our holidays that Thanksgiving is perhaps the one least given over to secularism - the one we still observe in a traditional fashion. We need it to keep our focus clear and to teach our children what it means to be thankful for family, friendship and faith. We need a time to gather around the table with extended family and enjoy turkey and dressing and gravy, two kinds of potatoes, cranberries, hot rolls, green bean casserole, pumpkin pie and whipped cream. We need it, not for the calories, but to create an awareness that there are those who don’t have those blessings, because in the hectic pace of our everyday lives we tend to forget those in need. Family and food are important, but above all else, Americans need a rededication to our faith. Faith brought the pilgrims to the ne...
Post a Comment
Read more

My Facebook Message To Readers

 I posted this on my Facebook recently to let my Facebook friends know what to expect from my revamped page. A personal note for my special Facebook friends. No one is getting this but you! My Facebook posts have evolved through the years. I still like to make my friends laugh with a silly story or a joke or a cartoon, or get you caught up in a drama that seemingly could only happen to me, or just sharing a memory in a special photo, but more and more I am trying to post words that will inspire you or encourage you. I also like to post informational articles about subjects that might interest you - something you didn’t have time to read or watch. And you know of course that I love to read and especially write poetry so I will share lots of "rhyme and reason" with you, too. My days revolve around the computer, doing research on subjects in which I am interested and want to pass on to you, or surfing Facebook to keep up with my friends. I am not lazy. Unless you are pretty much...
Post a Comment
Read more

FELINE GHOSTS

FELINE GHOSTS... Feeling ghosts around me today Shadows of cats I have known Feline ghosts, I call them, Cats who have made this their home. Sometimes I feel the gentleness Of soft fur nestled close in my arms And it seems I can hear the soft purring Of remembered kitty cat charms I see them move through the shadows Just a glimpse, then out of my sight Sometimes it’s the white tail tipping That I see in the dark of the night The movements are quiet and fleeting I see them at nighttime and day Just figments of my imagination Grayson, Annie, or Ollie at play. They knew this house was their castle They reigned in each room where they played They slept when they wanted and ate all they could Feline memories stay close, they don’t fade. It’s autumn that I really miss them When hickory nuts start to fall I can see kitty faces so precious In the windows that line up my wall The hickory tree looks in the windows As squirrels ...
Post a Comment
Read more