Edgar Albert Guest Summer Poems

Father's in the woodshed,
Cleaning forty fish;
Mother's in the kitchen,
Washing every dish;
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The Summer girl
In peek-a-boos
And open hose
And narrow shoes,
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SHE wants to go unto the shore,
And pack her trunk
With gowns no one has seen before,
And all such junk.
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Drowsy old summer, with nothing to do,
I'd like to be drowsin' an' dreamin' with you;
I'd like to stretch out in the shade of a tree,
An' fancy the white clouds were ships out at sea,
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I like 'em, in the winter when their cheeks are slightly pale,
I like 'em in the spring time when the March winds blow a gale;
But when summer suns have tanned 'em and they're racing to and fro,
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