Of Summer And Summer Days, Summer, Summer Days Poem by Gayathri Seetharam

Of summer and summer days, summer, summer days
-Gayathri B. Seetharam
Louis Armstrong sang beautifully, Why must summer ever end?
And I feel lucky, so lucky with my latest thought
That I shall share with my soul mates, PM Justin Trudeau and Mr. David Walmsley,
They are not soul mates in the romantic sense of the word
For they are official sources who may open up a gold mine and a diamond mine for me;

PM Trudeau pays me the nicest compliments
But I would simply find it even more flattering
If he were to publish and pay me and fund me for my next 50 endeavours
And ditto to Mr. Walmsley who is the editor-in-chief of The Globe and Mail
And they would earn my eternal gratitude in return;

My latest thought is that the Group of Seven, Canada's finest art group,
Who have reached their centennial year,
Did not paint the Niagara Falls
Was it too much of an overwhelming sight
The beauty of the cascading water with the "curtain" of the waterfall
Which forms a backdrop for the Niagara river, flowing in silent ripples;

And then it suddenly flashed to me
That I could make the Lake Ontario as I saw it from the Glenora Ferry
In the rich tapestry of embroidery
With the trees made out of rose bullion stitches and curly satin stitch insides of the trees
And the water with tiny dark waves and aquamarine water with slivery white sunlight
Gleaming and sparkling on the water in wavy and straight satin stitches;

It would capture the essence of summer in the inside of my heart
And bring the pictorial scent of the summer scene etched in my memory
As I saw it with my husband and son, from the car
Sharing a glorious moment of vacation time.