Wishing For Summer - Poem by Monica Engeler
Do you remember playing baseball?
Or hitting tennis balls over the net?
Do you recall basking in the sun?
Those were the best days of all.
The warm times are coming back
Sporting baseballs are here again,
And whacking tennis balls for hours.
It is time for hot days to be on track.
Funny, how I think of summer days
Winter’s call is still in full force
The snow is falling inch by inch
I long for the sun to shine our way.
I wait for the first flower to grow,
The first robin to begin singing,
And the first butterfly to fly by.
I bide for the long days to glow.
Winter is slowly fading away,
The comfitures are now aside,
And springtime has finally come.
A bright rainbow glowed our way.
Yes, the hot days are back again
Jack Frost left for the winter season
I can finally play tennis with friends,
And throw baseballs all day again.
The sunshine is shining down on me.
How summertime makes me smile.
If I could part a smile with someone,
I would definitely share it with thee.
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