Summer's Song Poem by C.A. Morrow

Summer's song has had its longest day
As the swallows bid their last farewell
So long since the blooming buds of May
Where the bees in the meadow did dwell

Upon the grassy hill she feels the still air
As his distant eyes into hers love fill
Promised letters are an oath they swear
But she feels the coming of autumn's chill

For in her heart his love is severely strong
But the mind will only sweet memories keep
For time can never judge a passion wrong
Nor does it ever make the price less cheap

So, as he hugs her to his mortal soul
Tomorrow, like summer, he shall be gone
And she will try to burden this heavy toll
Teenage passion, that was her summer song