Rose fragrance filled the heavy humid air

An elderly couple strolling across the bridge with care

Lads fishing at Seneca Creek hoping to catch a trout

Neighborhood playgrounds bustling with children roaming about

Memories fill our minds with summers of long ago

Midsummer twilight reflects a warm glow

White picket fences frame the homes along the lane

Hot humid evenings with a slight mist of rain

These are the summers of our lives

Vacations， and family from out of town arrives

May they all be happy cherished memories

Many seasons have come and gone over the centuries

Enjoy each and every day for each new day holds a surprise

Whether good or bad we learn to appreciate our lives

If we listen carefully to our elders in their wise advice

We all want to grow， and learn if we continue to try to be precise