Summertime Memories

Memories of a summer time so sweet Palm trees swaying in a rhythmical beat Watching waves as they come upon the shore As a young child I loved to make sandcastles tall. For windows I’d use the prettiest shells A piece of driftwood I used for my door To finish it off a wide moat I would dig deep The water from my bucket around it I’d poor. Another summer memory of which I recall The colourful flowers blooming so tall Bright red, yellow and pink budding roses A welcoming sight that summer was here. I chose pink rose buds and delicate white orchids A combination of which was a magical sight Blending so well with my gown of crystal organza When we married, that warm romantic night.