Summertime

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