Summertime Memories

Written by: Pam Woolford


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.