Summer Lady

Summer lady In her blue cotton dress Walking down the street Her red hair shines in soft evening ray Like copper ribbon in gentle breeze With a soft voice she sings a song And it’s of a nightingale’s Sweet summer lady With a dimple deep Her skin is of color bronze Hard tanned from the wheat field sun She sways gently along the way Her straw sandal brushing the tall green grass Summer lady As plain as the pale blue sky She would scoff at melting butter She would hush a crying boy She would try to rhyme the world With her sweet verse late at night Sweet summer lady In her blue cotton dress Strolling down this narrow street She waves at me and drops a smile Which falls gently upon my chest There I smile and whisper soft “Here’s a daughter of the earth”