Ode to Summer

Soon, freedom will be upon me,
The pleasant season I know so well,
Running through the fields so free,
Summer is here, I can tell.

Now I can rest, lay back in my chair,
My days can go to the hills or the sea,
Finally free from some school out there,
I can relax now that summer is upon me.

Oh, to sit by the beach in the sun,
To go and play in the sun and sand,
Swim in cool water, frollick and run,
Build a sand castle, all by hand.

With autumn round the corner,
Piles of fallen leaves call me to play,
For me to roll in and throw all over,
Those leaves of orange and yellow and bay.

And a winter day in the mountains so high,
Piled deep and broad with fresh fallen snow,
And nights snuggled up near a fire bright,
These days are great, too good to know.

With spring comes many a pleasant shower,
The ground renewed as the snows thaw,
Green fields full with endless flowers,
And fiery sunsets that inspire awe.

But alas all must come to an end,
As work comes back round to haunt us all,
The labor to do and things to mend,
Back to school, can't avoid the call.

And so we sit and stare out the window,
Dreaming of summer-times now gone by,
Of days filled with fun, long ago,
Only fond memories escape with a sigh.

          - The poet