FARWELL TO SUMMER
Shirley Hile Powell
Summer will soon be leaving
And will have to say farwell;
She must gather her Summer flowers
And the green from the grassy dell.
I shall miss the song of the robins
With babies chirping in nest
And the scurrying ofthe animals
Gathering food for their Winter's rest.
The su perhaps won' shine so bright
When Autumn knocks at our door.
The nights will be a little darker
As fireflies shall dance no more.
I'll no longer smell the perfumed rose.
I'll just have to reminisce
About the beauty of the summertime
And the wonders that I'll miss.