One July Summer
by Dorothy Ardelle Merriam
What has happened to summer,
That's what I want to know.
Is she on a vacation -
Who knows where did she go?
Tell, what was she wearing;
A zephyr breeze and rosebud
Or grass and wild berry?
Could she be honeymooning
With spring or early fall
Or has she gone so far away
She'll not return at all?
by Dorothy Ardelle Merriam
What has happened to summer,
That's what I want to know.
Is she on a vacation -
Who knows where did she go?
Tell, what was she wearing;
A zephyr breeze and rosebud
Or grass and wild berry?
Could she be honeymooning
With spring or early fall
Or has she gone so far away
She'll not return at all?
good poem as we are dodging tornadoes and heavy downpours up here in northern New England--I don't seem any sunshine on the 10-day forecast--this is distressing.
ReplyDeleteNan, how lovely! We could certainly be reciting this poem in England right now.. . .I've heard so many people saying"Where has our summer gone?"!!
ReplyDeleteOh, Beth, I hope you are okay. So far, we just have the rain which seems to never quite stop, day after day. Hence, the two recent poems. :<)
ReplyDeleteAnnette, there's a great Wodehouse quote from Cocktail Time: It was one of those perfect days which came three to five times in an English summer. :<)
We're enjoying beautiful summer days here in Nebraska. Hot (80s), but beautiful. I keep thinking, there's so much I want to do this summer. I don't like to see the days fly by as they are! I want to bike and kayak and entertain on our deck and go fishing and ride on the motorcycle and read in the sun. I don't even want to begin to think about winter!!!
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