Summer Fete

Windows of opportunity to drift out on the willows A kiss lost, next to the waters’ gloss More than guesses were intact Lining up to act upon a string instrument under a sunshine star There a sweet, sweet girl and classical guitar Self-administer a sweet smell as the general public demonstrate kiss and tell The first time sun kissed feet meet is the first great feat And more to scratch into a journal of the dog days heat Few bare bodies are shown to hide His first summer at the bank side He’s an abrupt sounding cuss But he’s got good heart in ways He hates to kick up a fuss But he hates to part a brief gaze She darted a meaningful glance that made a tiny fish dance And now his dreams were stolen and sold, and pushed for the old Now, to a stop a boy to grow up being ever cold To ponder and smile on his late night pillow To think about the sun, the summer and the willow But the kiss lost, next to the waters’ gloss… Its he she’s loving, it’s his nothing she’s for To him, really nothing more than a boy to ignore But just for you did she let choose a boy to adore Windows of opportunity to drift out on the willows A kiss lost, next to the waters’ gloss...