The Long Hot Summer Poem by Joyce Hemsley

He met a sweet genteel maiden
out where the bluebells grow;
romantic first love came their way
where the silent waters flow.

'Twas during the long hot summer;
he remembered it oh so well,
they both threw caution to the winds
as deeply in love they fell.

They sat on the banks of the river,
walked through the fields and glen,
picking wild foxglove and heather
and stealing a kiss now and then.

In June, church bells were chiming;
at the Altar two hearts vowed their love
forever to belong to each other,
high mountains they could rise above.

First love had become a rhapsody,
a beautiful serenata for two...
and romance in the long hot summer
endured a whole lifetime through.