Friday, August 7, 2015

Welcome Summer

Winter Chill killed,
Woolen wardrobes gone;
Warmer days are fast;
Summer here at last.

Autumn hours are soothing,
Winter a blast;
Spring came with a spurt,
Summer here at last.

Seminaries would be rested,
Retreat and vested;
Nature’s mission I trust,
Summer here at last.

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