By the changing weather
And it doesn’t matter if I’m ready
Or if Betty my love is still far away
Or that my fishing pole isn’t repaired
Nor that my glove is worn and tattered
Summer’s coming…
In the fields growing green
Along banks on the streams
Where the grass grows then someone mows
For the animals which teems
Upon the mighty revolving ball
Enjoying the sunshine most of all
Summer’s coming…
When the feeling in school
Is often in the mood of not learning
But the yearning to get out with one so true
Running free in nature like the breeze
Caught up in wonders of love’s fancy
Summer’s coming…
Along shores of the sea
In the wooded forestry
Fullest of life seldom there’s strife
A time to reflect on life’s being
The mystery of living then dying
Summer’s coming
In the sounds of the air
The sweet smell that is there
The pretty sights touch of delights
And every path is so fair
In the valleys beneath the mountains
In the cities around the fountains.
-By Mario Vitale of Wolcott, CT
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