Poem for Today : 'In Summer Time'

In Summer Time
In summer time, in summer time,
when the trees are all a-greening;
when golden sun shines down
from skies of blue, with the
scurrying white of cotton-wool clouds,
then will I walk down country lanes.
Past hedgerow full of singing birds
and the sound of the rabbit's tread,
gazing across from the old farm gate
at the end of the day, to skies of red
as the sun falls down to rest,
and the tree in gold are dressed
for sleep, until the 'morrow comes;
in summer time, in summer time.

© 1969 : Colin Gordon-Farleigh