(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

When Summer Comes To Visit

There is no mistaking it,
When a heat stirs in the mix.
It is Summertime that comes.
And passions bloom,
To become part of it.

Who goes through a Summer,
Without feeling a touch of joy?
Who does not witness a sense of freedom...
With an adventure meant,
To be explored and not annoy!

There is no mistaking it,
This passion felt and has come to sit...
In the heated mix of Summer.

Who can not escape,
To excuse themselves from reason...
Not to have fun and participate.

When Summer is done and over,
Our memories of it...
Seem to linger,
And not drift away as quick.

When Summer comes to visit,
We wish these days,
Stay.
When Summer comes to visit,
We wish these days,
Stay.
When Summer comes to visit,
We wish these days,
Would stay...
Forever.

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