Walk On a Summer's Eve

I went for a walk on a summer’s eve with my lady on my arm. With a summer dress and parasol, she also wore her lucky charm. We wound our way past a charming well so a penny was wished upon as I dropped. Well, lo and behold, right before our eyes a horse and carriage; the walking stopped. We ate a lunch on a river’s bank, a turtle nearly crushed by my step. Thank you, kind sir, now I’ll grant you a wish, and back at the picnic, our cool, mint julep. We finished our day in a field of clover, and I wished on a shooting star as it passed. I was so grateful to be given this day, I only asked for things to make it special and last.