Summer Starts Here.
Summer sings loud round a table with friends.
Amid much welcoming, with well-earned fruitage,
Summer laboured, now laced with unending
Smiles.and wine-loosened tongues which reduces
Every familiar face to chuckling grins.
Hot, priceless days mean memories made again.
The summer always starts here. My glass raised
In salute to hard-working hands, I begin
A shy speech, but am stemmed at my praises
For countless kind times enjoyed round this hearth
So I quietly sit - - and let summer start.
poem by Fay Slimm
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