Gen Summer Poem by Mill Field

Summer!
Hell-hot and the mercury still rising;
Streets deserted except for a few unfortunates
And children straggling homewards at the end of morning school;
All seek the shadier side of the lanes and roadways.

But, oh the bliss, when destinations are arrived at -
To slide down parched and dusty throat
A long, long drink from an earthern-ware pitcher,
Or, ecstasy, cooling sherbert prepared by a loving mother;
Then, if available, a brief shower with poured over mugs of water
Or, joy unlimited, sluicing off at the hand-pump set.
Summer!