Summer Scrapes

Summer Scrapes

God bless the spring winds that whip my face.

Refuge from disgrace.

Campfires have long burnt out the burn out,

Spinning the roundabout.

I got lost in the frenzy of my pride,

Stinging spear in my side.

Tasting watermelon and lemonade,

My sunburns soon will fade.

Grass tickles my bare and wandering feet,

Summer haven from defeat.