I'm putting all of summer things away
storing them in the barn, for another of summers days.
Summers gone, so the mower gets a good cleaning and stored
Lawn chairs too, won't need those anymore.
Barbecue grill, I think I'll leave that out still
might have a taste for a steak
If my sweetie can stand winters chill?
Tables umbrellas, washed and store in my old nylon socks.
Placed up in our barns rafters, still room there up top.
The rake the hoe, spade and wheel barrel
bird bath and houses
for the blue birds, cardinals and sparrows.
Hate to have to put my summer away.
But I aways know with some time, it will return again one day.
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