The seasons

                   (Summer)

The hot summer sun shines down

Through sparkling shimmering leaves

a soft balmy breeze  fills the air

With the heady perfume of lime trees

Sunbeams dance on a gentle babbling brook 

And the air is filled with the sound of birds singing 

far Into  the distance church bells are ringing

Fields of golden corn gently sway in the sun

Bees and butterflies go fluttering by

And from out of a deep blue sky

I hear the sound of  the kestrels cry

Green rolling fields and hazy days 

Bathed in the warmth of the suns rays

Summer is always the most glorious of days

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