Summer Comming
Summer Coming
Oh, I love the
summer coming!
This must be when
the oldsters said
”A new and better
land, lets go!
Lets see some place
where
all things grow and
take their space
before our very eyes
and leave
room for the
children too. And
quick!
Before its almost
gone!”
And off they went
with hasty wagons
piled with hasty
rigs and lots of
traps for
wolves and cats and
bear and guns for
wovles and cats and
bear
and mothers grabbing
bulbs and
old-country seeds
and wrenching from
the ground
new startled shoots
and startled
children
towing startled
calves and all else
startable
off to where
the summer coming
opened the land for
their new coming.
@2004 Cheryl Higgins
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