When ice and snow is everywhere –
And we shiver and we shake –
We tell ourselves how nice it’ll be –
In Summer – We can’t wait!
It seems that spring just lingers on –
Old “Jack Frost” hangs around –
We want some warmer days, alas –
But chilly winds abound.
And then one fine June mornin’ –
When the suns a shinin’ bright –
We find our brow dampened –
And the heat! It is a sight!
You meet your neighbor and by now –
The cool days are forgotten –
He nods, you smile and then he says –
“Looks like another hot’n”.
Well summers here – the heat is on –
The air is awfully still –
And now we dream of a nice fall breeze –
For the “First hot spells a pill”.

Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill

Copyright Roy Richard