Summer, you’re the middle child
Always so agreeable
But all I do is waste your time
Barefoot in your shallow creek
Oh how selfish I can be
Thinking that you’ll always be mine
Lazy days don’t pay ‘em any mind
But how I’ll miss them when we say goodbye
Summer we are both the same
Always trying to keep the peace
But wind up taking most of the blame
You see me for who I am
When it seems that no one can
You beg me to come out and play
In your firefly fields and your honeysuckle breeze
Watching clouds sail by in the grass beneath the trees
Oh, I will remember you
Will you remember me
And will we ever feel this free
Summer we’re the best of friends
But you are loyal to a fault
You keep secrets I need to know
I see what the truth is worth
Sometimes it’s supposed to hurt
The time has come for you to go
The sun promises what the colder nights betray
Endless hours of a disappearing day
I will remember you
Will you remember me
And will we ever feel this free
Oh, I will remember you
Will you remember me
And will we ever feel this free again
Summer, you’re the middle child
Always so agreeable
But all I do is waste your time
a song by Mark Elliott & Dana Cooper
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Thank you. - Mark
This is lovely - the imagery is so vivid! I like how you personalized Summer, wrote a letter to the season. Very nice!
Mark & Dana, I love your poem/song/essay on summer, but it seems woefully out of sync with the kind of heat we’re getting in late June 2022.
Forecasts here in Liberty, on the Upper Texas Gulf Coast, for 3 days including today (Thursday through Saturday) of 100° each and 102° on Sunday are atypical until the Devil’s Anvil Days of late August and early September.
If preheated coastal waters foretell hurricane paths, look out! We may have more clean swept beachfront property for sale by winter, but the beaches may be receding faster than FEMA can condemn old new houses, leaving abandoned long-legged bones behind in the surf.
The so called Ike Dike may also be too late in coming. The times, they are most certainly a-changin’.