Summer Isle
I played there every once in a while
Air from the Northern valley blowing so inward
Aunt Mimi owned a cottage along the seaside point
it made me write poetry and some melancholy melody there
You could tame the endless beauty of Summer Isle
People would bless and greet you with a tender smile
Flying o'er the vast timberlands
Hundreds of her residence are strongly holding hands
It is a way of life for such a proud and distinquished colony
Reside in this Paradise and your name will be legion
Copyright © Bart Jonas | Year Posted 2007
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