Signs of summer in the air,
Beating heat that bakes the dust;
Time to bask beneath the glare,
and savour every airy gust.
Scents of Summer on the breeze,
wafting on the sultry wind;
Mingling with the mango trees,
the sweet sharp scent of tamarind.
Sounds of Summer fill the skies,
Crickets on the common green;
Racuous cries of black magpies,
as they prune and peck and preen.
And best of all... the childrens' voices,
To hear them play, my heart rejoices!
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