SONG OF SUMMER

The crickets sing their song in June
Starlight brings their joyful tune...
The locusts buzz from every tree,
And robins sing their song for free...

Then the fires of mid-July
Make us breathe a heavy sigh...
Sipping tea on old porch swings,
Still the Song of Summer sings....

The meter's pace now slows a bit,
But Summer's Song, we can't forget...
Like the kiss, we've always missed...
Summer's Song, we can't resist.

Sharon Frye