
A whispered refrain
Mournful on summer mornings
Wind through the reed beds

A whispered refrain
Mournful on summer mornings
Wind through the reed beds

It isn’t the sun
Or even the sea and sand
You make my summer

You know you’ve had a successful summer recess when:
1. You spent less time in the emergency room this year than last year
2. Your house looks like Genghis Khan rode through
3. You have bright, shiny new graffiti on your walls
4. Your laundry is threatening to break out of the laundry room
5. You still can’t find where that smell is coming from
6. Your cupboards are bare
7. Your neighbours are still talking to you
8. You managed to put together an acceptable school uniform
9. You opened your last jar of coffee on the day they went back to school
10. And despite all that, all you can think about is going back to bed to catch up on some sleep!
Congratulations. You’re a survivor.

Scent of summer honeysuckle
Mixed with early morning dew
Stimulating all my senses
Cannot e’er compete with you
Walk with me in moonlight’s splendour
Where the honeysuckle grows
Watch the sunrise o’er the mountain
Bathing all in tender glow
Let us listen to the chorus
Of the morning birds in song
Singing out of love’s contentment
Oh may our love last that long
And, as all the world is stirring
Let us simply slip away
To our restful, peaceful garden
Till the morning turns to day
Oh, my love, may you feel comfort
In my arms may you find bliss
Sleep, awhile, in summer’s dawning
There to dream of love’s first kiss
Summer of heatwaves
All the fields turning to brown
Food prices rising