A Country Summer

The middle east, the north, the south Are suffering from heat waves. The populace is retreating to Their air conditioned caves. We in our Skagit Valley homes Are enjoying a cool breeze. The sun is out , we’re basking In mere seventy degrees. The farmers, rising early, Are busy reaping crops. Bringing riches from the fertile fields Means labor with no stops. In early spring the daffodils And tulips steal the scene. Replacing them a second crop Is sprouting emerald green. Our educated farmers know How to get the greatest worth From the richest, most productive soil Found anywhere on Earth. Ripe berries and fresh vegetables, Potatoes, grains and seeds, Our Skagit farms attempt to fill The whole world’s hunger needs. Our mighty Skagit River Carries salmon in its stream. Fishing from its sunny banks Is an Izaak Walton dream. Nestled between the mountains And the waters of the Sound, Fun in our Skagit summers is Quite easy to be found.