THE SUMMER'S FLIGHT

by David G Dickenson

NOW THAT THE HOLS ARE ALL OVER
AND SUMMER BEGINS TO RETREAT
THE SCHOOL BELLS WILL RING PLAYTIMES OVER
AND DARK NIGHTS APPEAR ON THE STREET

ITS AWAY WITH THE SUITCASES AND COSTUMES
THE SUN DOES A VANISHING ACT
OUT COME THE WOOLIES AND RAINCOATS
THE AUTUMN IS COLD THAT'S A FACT

THEN COMES THE WINTER AND SNOWFALL
I'M FREEZING ALREADY YOU SEE
I WISH BEEN BORN IN THE TROPICS
OR MAYBE A COCONUT TREE

SO WHEN WHITE REPLACES THE SUNTAN
AND YOU LOOK LIKE A ZOMBIE ON ICE
DEPART WITH ALL HASTE TO A WARM SUNNY PLACE
THE MOST LOGICAL PIECE OF ADVICE.

BON VOYAGE