Loyde P. “Snake” Arender

SUMMER, 1967

The clouds drift slowly up above
I lay in the clover with someone I love
The clouds look peaceful, the clover is soft
I love you, too, now get your clothes off

Author’s Note: One of my first few poems written during the summer of his 17th year… the days of clover, clouds, and making love on the ground… oh, if we could only turn back time…