Drowsy old summer, with nothing to do, <br />I'd like to be drowsin' an' dreamin' with you; <br />I'd like to stretch out in the shade of a tree, <br />An' fancy the white clouds were ships out at sea, <br />Or castles with turrets and treasures and things, <br />And peopled with princesses, fairies and kings, <br />An' just drench my soul with the glorious joy <br />Which was mine to possess as a barefooted boy. <br /> <br />Drowsy old summer, your skies are as blue <br />As the skies which a dreamy-eyed youngster once knew, <br />An' I fancy to-day all the pictures are there- <br />The ships an' the pirates an' princesses fair, <br />The red scenes of battle, the gay, cheering throngs <br />Which greeted the hero who righted all wrongs; <br />But somehow or other, these old eyes of mine <br />Can't see what they did as a youngster of nine. <br /> <br />Drowsy old summer, I'd like to forget <br />Some things which I've learned an' some hurts I have met; <br />I'd like the old visions of splendor an' joy <br />Which were mine to possess as a barefooted boy <br />When I dreamed of the glorious deeds I would do <br />As soon as I'd galloped my brief boyhood through; <br />I'd like to come back an' look into your skies <br />With that wondrous belief an' those far-seeing eyes. <br /> <br />Drowsy old summer, my dream days have gone; <br />Only things which are real I must now look upon; <br />No longer I see in the skies overhead <br />The pictures that were, for the last one has fled. <br />I have learned that not all of our dreams can come true; <br />That the toilers are many and heroes are few; <br />But I'd like once again to look up there an' see <br />The man that I fancied some day I might be.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-dreams-10/
