Summer

SUMMER Stride out Summer is outdoors Is no other place No yearning look out a window will thrill the frame The nest spills its load to pure nature And flaps about by heat stricken Stride out Summer is awakening Is not for old words croaking The young in heart only half-sense are blithely ignorant They grow with the verdant crowds And flounder happily about Stride out Summer is for doing Is a wild runabout Let them shrink in awareness those who frown Summer is nature laughing and jolly Let them die those who only sleep and watch Dave Austin