Well, I have tried to post once a week, and yet, somehow, even in this small goal I have failed. I have an excuse, however - I was at a wedding in California. So, in the spirit of marriage and sunny California and the fading memories of Summer days, I thought it time to post this poem.
Summer Song
Evening falls upon the timber
from the golden harvest moon.
Sing your song that I remember
Summer laid to rest too soon.
Sing a song of gold and silver,
sing the blessings of the sun,
sing beside the gentle river,
where the waters twist and run.
Make this promise as a lover,
keep this promise as a friend:
if we live to see the summer,
sing your song until the end.
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