A Farewell To Summer

The morning cool and scarce a puff of breeze And pale eyed ravens cawing on the sunlit trees And the last petal has gone from the rose And Autumn near and Summer at a close. Yet many butterflies are still about In air warmed by the sun they venture out Some live a forthnight and others live a day And some things of beauty quickly die away. I do feel sad when Summer's at an end For I know her as a warm hearted friend And though I like the Autumn in her gold I find it cool 'I must be getting old'. For years I've watched the Seasons come and go And I've seen the northern mountains capped with snow And I've heard the magpie in the southern Spring His flute like notes have such a pleasant ring. And I remember Summer far away On sunny days the scent of new mown hay And plain brown skylark carolling as he fly Above the hillside bracken in july. Than the Northern Summer the Southern far more warm And the ultraviolet rays can do one harm Of sun related cancer many people die Those are the facts and the facts never lie. Farewell dear Summer my warm hearted friend It saddens me to see you at an end And hope I'll still be alive and well in December of next year For to welcome you back to the Southern Hemisphere.