i dream of summer

Dear Tina,

     First of all, your dream of summer is beautiful. I live in New York City now, but I'm a country boy at heart- childhood summers with my grandfather in Alabama. 2 years on the island of Jamaica- another year in Ethiopia. Unfortunately for me, for what my work must be- I remain here- but thank you for helping me to remember. God bless you and keep writing. One thing, I'm new on this site and maybe it's this computer( public and semi-responsive), but I'm not sure if your friend request is automatically accepted. For the record, I accept.

                                                                                                              James Whaley

Hey Tina,

Very elegantly delivered description ,of the true days ,(almost) gone past in the
city but forever still exist in the land where animals still rules and run
free in mind, as well as in the presence of ours and theirs, country hearts.
The true smell of wild flowers, the smell of rain on its welcomed rainy days as
the droplets play tag with the foliage in its path, the sweetness of the fresh
air we wake to, on our early morning rises and the dew, uninterrupted by the oddities
of our cities, lie as individual  fingerprints,
on all things green. Being able to lie in the foliage on a warm summer’s day
basting in the rays of the sun as it blankets you in its warmth and counting
the multitude of butter flies, as they simultaneously and curiously attempt to
perch their fluttery, fragile bodies, on the extension of outreached finger tips,
unafraid of what might lie beyond its welcomed curiosity. A time to
remember and be cherished by us all.......You placed the reader in your poem
with this one Tina....Great job.....Can reminisce all day with this one.....

Jim