Don't we all love summer? Freedom, sweet freedom! No more oppression by
soullessly evil faculty, administration, and, above all, liberation from
those mindless morons whose brains have long ago been fried to oblivion by
tanning salons and hydrogen peroxide. HA HA HA! REVEL IN THE MADNESS,
CRETINS!!!! *mutters* I wanna be , this was inspired by
Keats's "To Autumn", although it is almost completely different in form and
tone (and nowhere near as indescribably marvellous. O great Keats, I
grovel at thy feets. .) Enjoy.
-E
**To Summer**
I wish the days went on and on
When verses the sun are borne
Aloft with fluttering dandelions-
Golden cloud in summer floats
To lazy lake where blissful boats
Trace patterns shining in the brines
Where river kisses sea.

When mornings melt to afternoons,
The gleanings of a million Junes
Lay slumb'ring 'neath the drowsy Earth,
Eyelids heavy with the touch
Of fairy fingers-Well, how much,
O summer-soul, know ye of mirth
In shade of friendly tree?

O sweetest bliss! When naught transpires
And each sweet-piping frog enquires:
"Wherefore lie ye in the glade?
For sultry heat and stifling sweats
Are aye what summertime begets."
But think of slow days in the shade-
The summers' life for me!