Summer sings loud round a table with friends. <br />Amid much welcoming, with well-earned fruitage, <br />Summer laboured, now laced with unending <br />Smiles.and wine-loosened tongues which reduces <br />Every familiar face to chuckling grins. <br /> <br />Hot, priceless days mean memories made again. <br />The summer always starts here. My glass raised <br />In salute to hard-working hands, I begin <br />A shy speech, but am stemmed at my praises <br />For countless kind times enjoyed round this hearth <br /> <br />So I quietly sit - - and let summer start.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-starts-here/
