Dream Summer

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.
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Previously unpublished work copyright 2013 by Susan Call Hutchison

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