Ode to Summer
By Rev. Lonnie C. Crowe
Ah, Summer
Sultry,
Steamy,
Stifling
Summer.
I much prefer the spring,
the autumn
Even the chill of winter.
But, now it's summer--
Sweltering summer.
Then in the midst of my lethargy,
"In all things be ye thankful."
And I consider Summer.
Full-blown blossoms--
Warbling birds, from predawn to dusk--
The laughter of children
Splashing in the nearby pond--
The chirping of crickets--
Picnics in the meadows
Clothed in buttercups--
Families gathering--
Star-studded skies
Thunder's cacophony--
Lightning's spectacle--
Rain's soothing patter--
Grandma, smiling as the sun assuages
Arthritis' throb--
The promising abundance of harvest--
And
I praise Thee
For Summer
Sultry,
Steamy,
Stifling,
Blessed Summer.
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