An Anthology of summer Poems by DESTINEY STOTTS https://padlet.com/destineystot/n3iezj4ox6bi Keep close to nature's heart... and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean. -John Muir en-us 2018-11-13 20:42:14 UTC 2018-11-16 15:48:39 UTC hello@padlet.com https://padlet-uploads.storage.googleapis.com/315327001/c16f03079af20c098bf897e16cf3fa0d/sunny_sun.png A Summer Afternoon destineystot https://padlet.com/destineystot/n3iezj4ox6bi/wish/304038561 A languid atmosphere, a lazy breeze,
With labored respiration, moves the wheat
From distant reaches, till the golden seas
Break in crisp whispers at my feet.

My book, neglected of an idle mind,
Hides for a moment from the eyes of men;
Or lightly opened by a critic wind,
Affrightedly reviews itself again.

Off through the haze that dances in the shine
The warm sun showers in the open glade,
The forest lies, a silhouette design
Dimmed through and through with shade.

A dreamy day; and tranquilly I lie
At anchor from all storms of mental strain;
With absent vision, gazing at the sky,
"Like one that hears it rain."

The Katydid, so boisterous last night,
Clinging, inverted, in uneasy poise,
Beneath a wheat-blade, has forgotten quite
If "Katy DID or DIDN'T" make a noise.

The twitter, sometimes, of a wayward bird
That checks the song abruptly at the sound,
And mildly, chiding echoes that have 
stirred,
Sink into silence, all the more profound.

And drowsily I hear the plaintive strain
Of some poor dove . . . Why, I can scarcely keep
My heavy eyelids--there it is again--
"Coo-coo!"--I mustn't--"Coo-coo!"--fall asleep! 
I believe this poem is about how summer is

A Summer Afternoon
James Whitcomb Riley
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The dawn laughs out on orient hills 
And dances with the diamond rills; 
The ambrosial wind but faintly stirs 
The silken, beaded gossamers; 
In the wide valleys, lone and fair, 
Lyrics are piped from limpid air, 
And, far above, the pine trees free 
Voice ancient lore of sky and sea. 
Come, let us fill our hearts straightway 
With hope and courage of the day. 


II 

Noon, hiving sweets of sun and flower, 
Has fallen on dreams in wayside bower, 
Where bees hold honeyed fellowship 
With the ripe blossom of her lip; 
All silent are her poppied vales 
And all her long Arcadian dales, 
Where idleness is gathered up 
A magic draught in summer's cup. 
Come, let us give ourselves to dreams 
By lisping margins of her streams. 


III 

Adown the golden sunset way 
The evening comes in wimple gray; 
By burnished shore and silver lake 
Cool winds of ministration wake; 
O'er occidental meadows far 
There shines the light of moon and star, 
And sweet, low-tinkling music rings 
About the lips of haunted springs. 
In quietude of earth and air 
'Tis meet we yield our souls to prayer. 

I believe this poem is about  the summers morning and it turning into the evening and then it turning into the night. then it just being a nice peaceful day. The theme of this poem I think is about how summer can be very beautiful in different ways, and you should enjoy your summer while it lasts. 
I chose this picture for this poem because I thought it suit it perfectly. I thought it showed a better visualization of what I thought about while I was reading the poem. I included this because, i think it is a good poem to use for my Anthology. I like the irony of talking about summer during the cold seasons

A Summer Day
Lucy Maud Montgomery
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How many and many a night we two together 
Sat in the park and watched the Hudson 
Wearing her lights like golden spangles 
Glinting on black satin. 
The rail along the curving pathway 
Was low in a happy place to let us cross, 
And down the hill a tree that dripped with bloom 
Sheltered us, 
While your kisses and the flowers, 
Falling, falling, 
Tangled in my hair. . . .

The frail white stars moved slowly over the sky.

And now, far off 
In the fragrant darkness 
The tree is tremulous again with bloom 
For June comes back.

To-night what girl 
Dreamily before her mirror shakes from her hair 
This year's blossoms, clinging to its coils? 

I believe this poem is about a peaceful summer night. And two people come sit in a park on a bench during the night. the theme of this poem is that summer is made with many loving memories. I include this because, it had a lot of imagery of things you could do in the summer that you don't want to waste time on.


Summer Night, Riverside
Sara Teasdale
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