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.
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