Summer Days

Beneath the sun's caressing rays,
In fields that buzz with lazy bees,
We slowly pass the summer days.

The old guitar that grandpa plays
Hangs gentle chords upon the breeze
Beneath the sun's caressing rays.

With sandwiches and mayonnaise,
With picnic spreads of bread and cheese,
We slowly pass the summer days.

We sit upon the hill and gaze,
Down at swaying hickories
Beneath the sun's caressing rays.

Beneath a sky of pale blue haze,
Our bare toes splayed for grass to tease,
We slowly pass the summer days.

We watch the sunset's dying blaze,
Our foreheads tempted by a breeze.
Beneath the sun's caressing rays,
We slowly pass the summer days.

The End

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