Summer Breeze
One summertime, when I was nine,
I climbed the mountains of the Swiss Alpine.
I screamed an echo out to all the land,
While I safely held my father’s hand.
The summer breeze it swept with ease,
It moved between my hair and knees.
How I felt free, so free and wild,
That summer spent as a little child.
I picked the daisies in the meadows.
Ran through shrubs, my heart just mellowed.
I fell asleep in the warm embrace,
Of the moving wind across my face.
The summer breeze it swept with ease,
It moved between my hair and knees.
How I felt free, so free and wild,
That summer spent as a little child.
Soared with Golden eagle’s way up high.
Had quite the imagination on my mind.
I Spent every moment that I could,
Taking in the surrounding mountain woods.
The summer breeze it swept with ease,
It moved between my hair and knees.
How I felt free, so free and wild,
That summer spent as a little child.
To this day, I hold so tight,
Those memories I made for life.
For when I left, to return back home,
I left a piece of me, it remained alone.
The summer breeze it swept with ease,
It moved between my hair and knees.
How I felt free, so free and wild,
That summer spent as a little child.
02 August 2018
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Copyright © Francesca Pappadogiannis | Year Posted 2018
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