Summerland Island

Summerland Island short poem

Summerland Island short poemPhoto by WalrusWaltz

Well I’m taking a midnight flight out of Harrison, TN tonight
I just gotta take a break from old man winter and my
No good for nothing lazy ass lover, so just like a night bird
In flight I am leaving you and this cold frozen dead tree
Town tonight arriving in SUMMERLAND ISLAND morning
Oh SUMMERLAND ISLAND where the weather is hot and
I can flaunt what I got and maybe, baby just maybe I’ll
Find out just what sex is all about in the arms of a new
Lover oh one hell of a lover, as wild as a freakin’ ass Tiger
I have every intention of coming back sooner or later
But then again maybe I’ll stay and live out the rest of my
God knows I need some excitement in my life but I
Wouldn’t expect you to understand and don’t even try to
I’m afraid you’ll hurt yourself but as for myself I’m out of
Here tonight…
I’m out of here tonight, like a night bird in flight and by dawn’s
Early morning light I’ll be having the time of my life and maybe
Even more than I can even stand oh when I get to SUMMERLAND
ISLAND, where the weather is hot and I can flaunt what I got
In the clear blue water, blue water and bright white sands of

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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Beautiful imagery. Fine poem.


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