Oh, a walking stick and a lunch in my pack
And a summer morn on a mountain track.
Or a ball and a bat and and summer day
And a wide, green field and a game to play.
Or a swimming pool in the glorious sun
On a summer afternoon of fun.
Then a backyard meal on a summer eve
When the shadows fall as the guests all leave.
Or a lightning show, turning dark clouds bright,
Sends us all indoors on a summer night.
For a dish of fresh, home-made ice cream
Then a bedtime story and a summer dream.
Previously unpublished work copyright 2013 by Susan Call Hutchison