Summer days evoke a gracious scene
Of picnics by a gently flowing stream.
Of tennis courts and pristine bowling green
And cricket whites and strawberries and cream.
Summer nights evoke a wilder scene
Of bar-b-cues and blinking disco lights
Of trees with over forty shades of green
Midsummer's dream, alfresco Shakespeare nights.
Summer is the zenith of the year,
And freezing winter seems so far away
The open air - a pint of local beer
And children happily at the seaside play
Soliliquies of sunny summers past
Those balmy days we knew just couldn't last!
(John Knight - September 2009)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem