Boyish Summer Profile Pictures
as the seasons change, some people perter to change their profile pictures. one of the seasons that almost all people like is summer because they have so much free time to do everything they are interested in.
]n this mode, we have prepared for you the best summer boyish profile pictures.
It’s like living in a light bulb, with the leaves
Like filaments and the sky a shell of thin, transparent glass
Enclosing the late heaven of a summer day, a canopy
Of incandescent blue above the dappled sunlight golden
on the grass…
Let us find a shady wady
Pretty little brook;
Let us have some candy handy,
And a picture book.
There all day we’ll stay and play and
Never mind the heat,
While the water gleaming, streaming,
Ripples round our feet.
And we’ll gather curly pearly
Mussel shells while bright
Frightened minnows darting, parting,
Scurry out of sight.
What if, what if, – heigho! my oh! –
All the “ifs” were true,
And the little fishes wishes,
Now, what would you do?
When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like a cup,
In every hole, the sea came up,
Till it could come no more.
by Kaitlyn Guenther
Sand scatters the beach
Waves crash on the sandy shore
Blue water shimmers
by Walter de la Mare
The sandy cat by the Farmer’s chair
Mews at his knee for the dainty fare;
Old Rover in his moss-greened house
Mumbles a bone, and barks at a mouse.
In the dewy fields, the cattle lie
Chewing the cud ‘neath a fading sky;
Dobbin at manger pulls his hay:
Gone is another summer’s day.
by Rachel Field
I saw dawn creep across the sky,
And all the gulls go flying by.
I saw the sea put on its dress
Of blue midsummer loveliness,
And heard the trees begin to stir
Green arms of pine and juniper.
I heard the wind call out and say:
‘Get up, my dear, it is today!’
Bed in Summer
by Robert Louis Stevenson
In Winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle light.
In Summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people’s feet
Still going past me in the street.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?
In previous posts, we have prepared for you: Girly Love Failure Profile Pictures
Boyish Summer Profile Pictures Of 2018The Beech Tree
by Rose Fyleman
I’d like to have a garden
With a beech tree on the lawn;
The little birds that lived there
Would wake me up at dawn.
And in the summer weather
When all the leaves were green,
I’d sit beneath the beach boughs
And see the sky between.
The Last Rose of Summer
by Thomas Moore
‘Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming all alone,
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone.
No flower of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.