SUMMER LIVES

The summer lives, where have they fled?

Beneath what distant suns

and star-held moons

reverberate the ghostly calls:  echoes

of childhood songs and laughter bred

Of valleys green and cool lagoons?

The young dreams gone—all scattered,

where, who knows?

Yet once they danced the day

flowered the hills

sweet music swept their dawns

their noons

The meadows wait, the long grass grows

where summer lives once played

the gold light spills

on memoried fields, the valley stream

runs deep

all are silent; none disclose

where summer lives have fled

O, distant suns

shine gentle glow

upon the vanished ones!

#SummerMemories #Youth