Summer's Here (La'Tuin)
Spring was so long, but I didn't mind,
It seemed it would never get here;
Watching days go by, through rain and snow
And the wind, was rather unkind.
Now, as the Spring days, fall well behind,
The warm days, finally appear;
Summer's for swimming, picnics also,
Barbeques, makes it simply divine.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
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