Summer Poem by Martha Marcy

Tall cliffs covered with tiny yellow flowers,
a sky painted violet,
and the scorching sun of summer.
We walk to the spring to drink fresh water.

Teenagers are swimming in the little river,
the shade of the trees cools the water even more.
How delightful it is to be here
as if you are filled with love.

A gentle breeze touches your faded hair,
making you forget all sorrows,
even the most painful ones.

Your child walks ahead already grown
You still see the cliffs, along whose edge you both follow the path.