What do you like about summer?
Is it the warm summer sun?
Is it the jolly day outings? Or is it that spring cleaning’s done?
What do you like about summer?
Is it the soft summer rain?
Or the storms with the water, like stairrods flooding the garden again?
What do you like about summer?
Is it the garden of flowers?
Or the backache and screaming leg muscles after weeding for hours and hours?
What do you like about summer?
Is it the buzz of the bees?
Or is it wasps, gnats and mosquitoes bringing up bumps on your knees?
What do you like about summer?
Is it the fat mealy bugs?
Or is it the lettuces eaten by fat slimy snails and slugs?
What do you like about summer?
Is it that journey by car?
Or maybe the train full to bursting and traffic jams in melting tar?
What do you like about summer?
Is it the beauty you see?
Is it the mountains and forests; that shout God is good to me?
All of the things that make summer, all of these things play a part;
All of these things echo loudly “O my God great thou art.”
