NOT ENOUGH
Four poems was not enough for my active brain today,
More and more ideas insist on coming past my way,
Now I see summer as a wonderful rainbow of colour,
The season that is needed more by many than any other.
A season whereby most holidays are taken, except I may say
By the snowbirds that every winter manage to fly far away,
But most people need a break and summer is the best time,
When a pleasant warm sun has a greater promise to shine.
My mind sees many places when summer’s the time to go,
Most outdoor sports then their bests results seem to show,
Every leap year the Summer Olympics come our way
To help us love the summer as cool, by the TV we stay.
Imagine some warm sunny sand and no clouds in the sky,
Watch the sailing craft waft gracefully and silently go by.
The murmer of the wind rustling through the lofty trees,
Either close to home or by some foreign far off seas.
Summer, lovely summer, when many good things grow,
Let us embrace you to help prepare for winter’s snow,
Let us feel the warm wind and the gentle falling rain,
Then count the rainbows through our window pane.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 28 August 2004