The last day of July and the sun is setting on another Summer P.A.D. We started out gangbusters and fell off a bit. Either I was a victim of that Facebook scam that posts vile comments which drove our poets away, or someone let the cat out of the bag that I’m Conservative! 😀 But the loyal poets who have posted most if not all prompts deserve accolades and my admiration for sticking it out!

So we’ll end this year’s exercise with inspirations from country singer Kenny Chesney’s When the Sun Goes Down!



Sun tanned toes ticklin the sand
Cold drink chillin in my right hand
Watchin you sleep in the evening light
Restin up for a long, long night

Cause when the sun goes down, we’ll be groovin
When the sun goes down, we’ll be feelin all right
When the sun sinks down over the water
Everything gets hotter when the sun goes down

All day long just takin it easy
Layin in the hammock where it’s nice and breezy
Sleepin off the night before
Cause when the sun goes down, we’ll be back for more

When the sun goes down, we’ll be groovin
When the sun goes down, we’ll be feeling alright
When the sun sinks down over the water
Everything gets hotter when the sun goes down

This old guitar and my dark sunglasses
This sweet concoction is smooth as molasses
Nothing to do but breathe all day
Until the big moon rises and it’s time to play

When the sun goes down, we’ll be grooving
When the sun goes down, we’ll be feeling alright
When the sun sinks down over the water
She thinks Kracker’s Sexy when the sun goes down

We’ll be feeling alright
When the sun sinks down over the water
Uncle Kennys’ hotter when the sun goes down

When the sun goes down, we’ll be groovin
When the sun goes down, hey Uncle Kenny
When the sun goes down over the water,
Everything is hotter when the sun goes down.


Written  by Brett James


To end this month, write a summer sunset or sundown poem. Use your palette of words to paint a brilliant scene. And thank you for another productive month of poems!


We’ll be back Wednesday to resume with our INFORM POETS prompt. Until then, vaya con dos!



    Downtime has reached rock-bottom.
    Legs tanning in the copper-toned sun
    rise to bare feet, shake the sand
    between their toes, and head out for the City
    where labor has its day,
    where in factory and office,
    florescent lights shine on desks
    and work tables untouched by summer sun.
    Where did vacation time go?
    Florina says next year we’ll fly somewhere
    delightfully hot and never
    come back to dying leaves, wilted flowers,
    the white madness of winter snow.
    She says we’ll leave it all behind, never look back
    to a time when summer teased us
    into believing it would set forever.
    At her desk sweet Florina jots
    a summer haiku, a memo to herself.
    I stare through the office window
    at an impostor sun empty of promise.


  2. Thanks to those that conducted this PAD and for all who contributed. I don’t know about y’all, but I truly am ready for fall. It’s been hot down here in the Florida Panhandle, and I’ve got things to do that can’t be done with sweaty hands.

    Here’s my final entry:

    Goodbye Summer, Hello Fall

    The falling leaves remind me of
    My passage from summer to fall
    As hard as I try to remember it all
    More and more memories slip away
    As summers retreats in the rear view
    I try my best to look back but I
    Cannot focus through tear filled eyes

    My summer was grand
    So much so that I thank God I lived it
    And for each memory I captured
    And the ones that got away
    I was blessed beyond deserving

    But now I must face fall
    With the same determination
    To make the best of it

    And I will if He lets me
    Only if He lets me

    Hello Fall
    I am yours
    And you mine

    © Earl Parsons



    The pink glow
    Announces the day’s end

    The cool breeze
    Soothes, calms

    The night rain
    Taps out a lullaby

    The fresh fragrance
    Massages the spirit

    I go to bed in peace
    With fresh mint


    Sunrise, Sunset

    There are no more dragons,
    so they say,
    and we are all the poorer for it,
    come what may.
    What wondrous flight
    they might have taken,
    by day or night,
    on some far isle alight,
    to lay down eggs, begetting
    life of power and might,
    with fiery roar
    upon that distant shore.
    The ancients toiled
    in fear and strife,
    eyeing magic in the sky,
    a daily challenge to their life,
    with majesty at wing,
    lustrous green and gold,
    but not for you and I, they sing,
    there are no more dragons,
    we are told.
    How sad for modern man,
    facing the sunset of an
    evolutionary scheme,
    or perhaps, it is
    simply in God’s plan,
    that we don’t grandly dream.

  5. Thank you very much for a month of fun prompts! ❤️

    Summer Sunset

    We picked these last days 
    from the bones of summer, 
    said farewell to seagulls 
    wheeling on the wind. 
    We’ll miss their cry 
    that swells on waves, 
    their flight is a handsome 
    turn, as sunlight falls 
    into a death by water.


    Psalm 113:3*

    Dawn and dusk equally inviting
    Such splendid displays
    Of God’s watercolors
    Russet orange, blush of red,
    Streaks of lavender and blue
    Awaken us or signal days end
    Horizon is kissed by the sun

    *From the rising of the sun, til its going down, the Lord’s name is to be praised.

    Canvas And Rock

    They scattered on rocks to view
    a changing canvas of sky
    from bright to indigo blue.
    A sweep of rose brought a sigh.

    Colors deepened to orange fire
    then violet chill inspired
    an exodus to darkened sand
    where couples strolled hand in hand.


    She sits in silence an empty stare
    is her vision. Her delusion fills her
    head with mismatched memories.
    Reverting to school girl thoughts,
    she remembers things of which
    you had no part. Your heart breaks
    as she makes mistakes thinking
    you were her sister from long ago.
    Every evening she ventures into the
    darkness of her mind. As the sun
    goes down she commits to sleep!

    • This is a poignant and accurate picture of sundown Alzheimer, Walt. Your prompts have been so delightful and nostalgic with the poetry and song flashbacks. I joined late so I have been writing backwards some this summer. Hoping to finish at least 2o. Think I am at 14 so far.

      • Thanks, Iris. I’ve seen it numerous times so sadly I get the whole dynamic of sundowner. We’ll hold the bus for you while you work toward completion. Thanks for bringing your talents back to the garden!

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