poem 2

I always like summer
Best
you can eat fresh corn
From daddy's garden
And okra And greens
And cabbageAnd lots ofBarbeque And buttermilk
And homemade ice-cream
At the church picnic
And listen to
Gospel music
Outside At the church
Homecoming
And go to the mountains with
Your grandmotherAnd go barefooted
And be warm All the time
Not only when you go to bed
And sleep