Summer
Summer is ending now and I am sad,
As at the departing of a friend.
She has been good to me,
Showering me with blue days
And memories that will never leave.
But now I look forward to the next season,
To strong winds that whisper of a high adventure,
To the drifting smoke that rises
From the burning of the bedraggled garments of summer,
To harvest days and beauty of golden pumpkins
And the sweet, earthy smell of crops
Being stored against the time
When the land will yield no more
For yet another year.
The Writings of Zelda Lorraine Brown Kline
Edited by Owen A. Kline and Michael E. Kline. Assistant Photo Editor David O. Kline
Copyright @1999 The Kline Family Organization, Inc.
First published in the United States of America by The Kline Family Organization, Inc. 4381 West 5375 South Kearns, Utah 84118
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