Margaret R. Meyerer
I'Ve Heard That Song Before - Poem by Margaret R. Meyerer
When the sound of the cricket
Is heard in the land
I know fall is not far behind.
What use to be the "Harvest call"
Now seems more rarified -- to all.
I love that sound which school time brings
Reminding me of winter things,
A trip to snow bound land and family grand--
How can a soul remain complete
In this terrible, terrible summer heat!
"Twas it not for memories so sweet
I couldn't survive
Summer's long intrepid days
And nights whose relief
Dispares her ways.
So bring on the crickets
And let them sing--
Enjoy the heat, if you must
I'm dreaming of better things--
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