Awaken at dawn to a chorus of birds
Warm sunlight on my pillow
Cumulus clouds in a cerulean sky
Fields of golden wheat below
The buzzing of a honey bee
As it passes by unseen
The distant sound of a cricket game
Being played on the village green
A graceful flight of swallows
Soaring high above the trees
The fragrant scent of lavender
Carried by a summer breeze
A picnic with my loved one
Eating strawberries in the sun
The peaceful sound of a blackbird singing
When the day is done
All these fond memories of summer
Seem to help me in a way
When the weather’s cold outside
On a frosty winter’s day.
That is a sweet poem Paul, a real picture of summer, which a lot of us can recall, the cricket on the village green, the lavender, swallows, and the blackbird, everything is in this poem to bring back so many memories. Many thanks for this one. Sincerely Ernestine Northover
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Paul, This is such a wonderful picture of Summer as is should be, how wonderful nature really is - nice work! Neil.