Walk in summer sunshine, please walk in.
Jack Frost has taken his curtain call.
Now let the symphony of new life begin
With a serenade of birdsong before nightfall.
Make your debut now, oh summer sun.
The audience applauds your longed for heat.
Upon their skin let your warm fingers run.
The warmth of your sunshine is so sweet.
Now perform your best, summer season.
Encourage forth new life without a cue.
Each, with its own appointed time and reason,
Hills, dales and woodlands quietly renew.
Thrill your audience with a spectacular show,
Warming the cold earth and growing the wheat.
A glorious finale comes with the autumnal glow
As your performance here is quite complete.
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Yes, I have to admit to you that this was another poem published in 2010 by AMS Educational Ltd, Leeds. It was a difficult poem to write with its abab rhyming. You try doing this and you'll agree that it is difficult. I hope you enjoy this poem. Josie