O summer with its greenery
Its heat and humid airy walk
The forest and the scenery
Jarred by orange cones and chalk
O summer can you let me be?
And stop your errant boiling
My mind is far too brittle, see
By my unprevented smiling
O summer, transient gift of God
I'm grateful for your passing days
For every day in you I plod
When winter comes, I'll praise and praise
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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