Come Summer

Snow blankets the roof tops and tree limbs
The sun shines
But does not warm the earth
I have had enough of winter
I am waiting for the Mississippi River
Or an Illinois camp ground pond
I’m waiting to tie my hook on the line
And sit in the gleaming warmth
Of Summer Sundays
I want to feel my lungs fill with the clean air
And live in the open sky
I want to hike a million rods down the river
I will pitch a tent
And let Shawn light a fire
I will swim naked in the dark
And make love in the water
I’ll eat crispy juicy cheeseburgers that Shawn cooks
Over that fire he built
And we will drink hot mauled cider
Maybe with a little ***
I will listen to Shawn’s stories
And catch a mess o fish
And we will eat those too
And we’ll stare at the stars
And listen to a quiet radio
And when it gets cooler
We’ll get inside our nice warm sleeping bags
And sleep
And dream