At summer’s height
Girls delight
In short frocks.
And, on occasions, choose
To lose
Their shoes
And socks.
For by going bare
To the summer air
They find there
The joy of youth.
At summer’s height
The poet takes delight
In girls who
Go without shoe
Or sock,
For they sense not
Time’s, impending, knock.
K Morris - Poet 
I especially love the first verse…flowed nicely like smooth honey on a withered tongue.
Thank you. That is an interesting way of describing the first verse of my poem. Best wishes – Kevin
Most welcome Kevin
A beautiful celebration of youth, beauty, and poetry. At least that’s my take.
Thank you, Paul. I really appreciate your take on my poem. Best wishes – Kevin
Fun, whimical and a lovely reflection of youth.
Thank you. I am delighted you enjoyed reading my poem. Best – Kevin