Summertime
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Summer times are spent in the orchard of apples and pears
That old wooden rope swing; all frayed, from over the years
Hazy days in the summer house, watching the children play
Puppy dogs running around chasing the butterflies all a gay
Homemade lemonade. and jam sandwiches cut into squares
How we all loved to go into the fruit orchard, over the years
Gals in their light cotton frocks, and the boys in short shorts
Gran; with her wicker basket, taking flower cuttings of sorts
Grandpa; in his shirt with sleeves rolled up sawing the wood
Making all the lost wooden tiles, on the summer house good
Papa would arrive after a long working day pop ices in hand
This home as his castle and the garden and orchard his land
Seen it all blossom, with a loving wife, watched it all expand
As loving gestures given between them; they so understand
That this beautiful dream was built; surrounded by true love
With praises given to HE, who blessed this home from above
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