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“Orchard in the Sun” – Soergel Orchards – Wexford, PA

Blue skies stretch from horizon to horizon…
Morning air is clear like a flawless diamond…
Prepping my gear surrounded in swallows…
When the fog clears the noon sun follows…

No finer place to be than in the summer breeze…
Another day spent among the old apple trees…
Soon the sun will be in the middle of the sky…
Alone in this orchard my lifted spirit will fly…

At the top of a tree sits a lonely bird nest…
My role in the canopy is as a humble guest…
I climbed up here from the ground down below…
Each time I climb a tree my little spirit grows…

By the end of the day I touch every tree in sight…
I thin all the fruit so the apples ripen in light…
A few more months and the season will be done…
Another day in paradise in an orchard in the sun…

plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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“Sapphire Blue” – © chriscondello 2013 – Whitney Avenue – Wilkinsburg – Summer has finally arrived… Accordingly… We all celebrate the day… But to be completely honest… The first day of Summer was hot and humid… But the first evening of Summer was magical…

The orange glow of the street lights…
Compliments a sapphire blue sky…
Signs that spring has come and gone…
Out with the fireflies…

The air is fresh… Crisp and clean…
thought so pure… Atmosphere serene…
It’s really a great day to be alive…
My church involves the daily sunrise…

Summer comes but a few times a life…
Yet most of us spend it working for strife…
Only a few know how to let it all go…
Happy thoughts make my mind grow…

It’s only when that evil thought creeps in…
A foul mouth but a pretty grin…
Like a stray cloud on a sunny day…
Raindrops when you want to play…

But today we celebrated a friend…
Who’s life has come to a tragic end…
One who would want us all to succeed…
He would expect us all to do good deeds…

When I started this poem the air was cool…
Tonight my sweat is collecting in a pool…
Mosquitos keep buzzing passed my ears…
The neighbors are out grinding each others ears…

Beer bottles shatter in the street…
And then the sound of running feet…
Damn… This is a great night to be alive…
Tomorrow I’ll celebrate with my daily sunrise…

And for all my friends that no longer see…
Yet every one would expect us to be…
Awake to see the sun rise and set…
And let go of all our fucked up regrets…

Dedicated to my friend Matt Thomas… Who was a man of leisure… And a man of summer… And a man that just wanted his friends to be happy and enjoy life…

plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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