Last Days of Summer
The sea fills the air with it's salty smell
The warmth of the sun begins to swell
Birds are singing their sweet, sweet song
And the long days of summer have almost gone.
Late in the evening, the air is cool and still
Another season ends for the house on the hill
Copyright © Wendy Sayers | Year Posted 2022
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