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