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TASTES OF SUMMER

 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, a little 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


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