I will come back to you
A little taller than before
You will never know what's true
How my legs and arms tore
I really hate the summer
The breeze makes me sad
I’ll try not to be a ******
But you know I can’t make you glad
I’ve always been scared
That summer brings death
(Sticky hot and flies buzz round
Upon the roadkill on the ground)
I’ll never know if you cared
Getting close so I can feel your breath
The summer is worse than spring
In that the birds won’t sing

Skies darken as blue fades,
clouds burst in happiness,
a cascade of drops,
soaking earth,
a rosary of shimmering beads,
crystal droplets dance in puddles,
peering through glass windows,
tapping on roof tops that slant,
on thatched homes that drip,
on twigs and branches,
on ruby tangerine roses and sunny marigolds,
settling in scarlet and auburn crevices,
on emerald leaves and blades of satin green grass,
glistening like drops of morning dew,
and in the midst of the gentle splash of the rain,
there you are —
it is always raining you

The grey gives way to fuchsia pink  
And light falls softly upon the trees
It’s then, he's seen, the morning sun
With his fingers of gold and earthy honey
That wake the sleepy land and sea
And warm the gentle birds and bees
Brighten the fragrant rain kissed rose
That rests on brows that still repose —
And speaks to the stars hidden above
Of warm nights and a summer of love

The feeling of the sun burning your chest.
The feeling of taking a well-needed rest.
The feeling of Summer.
Summer is for swimming in the pool until the cows come home.
Summer is for playing with your toys while you dry off after a long pool swim.
Summer is for eating hot dogs in your friends’ backyard after swimming.
Summer is for eating ice cream at the pier.
Summer is for drinking ****** Pina Colada while your parents drink beer.
Summer is for making sand castles with your cousin and calling each other when you get home.
Summer is for eating potato chips while watching your favorite show.
Summer is for playing video games with your friends.
Summer is for having a wonky sleep schedule and watching movies all-night.
Summer is for biking to the corner store and buying a popsicle of spongebob with gumball eyes that look distorted.
Summer is for sitting in a chair watching the dodger game listening to the ocean.
Summer is for your mom vigorously slapping you claiming she’s “putting sunscreen on you.”
Summer is for your dad yelling at the TV that “It’s not a strike, it’s a ball!”
Summer is for going to Baskin Robbins and getting a scoop of Daiquiri Ice.
Summer is for burning yourself trying to put your seatbelt on.
Summer is for buying ice cream from the ice cream man at the park.
Summer is for eating soft tacos watching the sun set.
Summer is for choking on plastic trying to open an Otter Pop with your friend.
Summer is for dipping potato chips in vanilla ice cream because it’s goofy and it tastes good.
Summer is for eating ice cream for breakfast.
Summer is for eating a hamburger and salty fries in your dad’s car watching a movie through someone else’s window.
Summer is for making an ice cream sensation in your kitchen.
Summer is for sitting in a chair and breathing in and out. There is no homework. No tardy sweeps. No bullies. No past-due assignments. No stress. That’s what summer is really for.

What's better than a summer day?
Not a whole lot,
But there are a few things.
There's love for one,
After all, any day with love makes summer look glum.
Some argue for money,
But I just don't know,
Money doesn't feed my soul.
Family is up there,
But the sun can set even on that,
Guess a legacy isn't as immortal as they say.

Pints int sun
Socks, sliders and chit-chat
Walking home in zig zags
Good people
I miss all that

Summer days
Sunny haze
Topping up the tan
In the English rays

Factor 50
Laid on thick
When the temp strikes 20
The sunstroke hits

Ice-cold bevs
On a picnic bench
Tunes blasting
Pints thrown
Am chuffing drenched

The ciggies and spliffs
Chasing the vibe
Oh, what it is
To be alive

The beer gardens
Packed to the brim
“Sorry mate
You can’t come in”
Party in the park
Barbecues
And burnt sausage
Go on then
Another gin

The English summer
What a sight
Top’s off, top’s on
Golden days
And Endless nights

We frolic and laugh, for the dragon sleeps.

  We glory in the pleasure of this short summer,
  the cool of the brook and the still warming sun,
  for the dragon does still sleep.

  We will not give good attention to the dark,
  though it sits not so far away. We play at peace,
  for the dragon does still sleep.

  We shall not quieten, for he more than slumbers,
  his sleep is the sleep of the near dead,
  though he may yet rise and torment us once more.

  We will not wait on that future fear.
  We will rather frolic in the warmth of sun and laughter,
  for the Tamar dragon does still sleep.

And we know a Champion
who is a slayer of all our dragons.