It Was The Kind Of Summer Day Poem by Gert Strydom

It was the kind of summer day
when the sky’s hue
has a certain eternal blue,
where children during the afternoon play

when it feels as if all cares as swept away,
when love seems lovely and true
and lovers stick to each other like glue
and in my arms you did lay.

There was the rejoicing of the birds, the bees,
wild flowers blooming waxen in the veldt
under the hot summer sun,
children were climbing the popular trees,
it had something glorious that it did held
and it was a time of frolicking and fun.