Oh! How I remember the warm, bright days
Basking in the warmth of the sun's golden rays.

Here I would sit, for hours if I could
My arms were uncovered, my feet bare on the wood.
The children would play - they would swing, slide and splash,
Or maybe take a break and just lie in the grass.

Food always tastes better when it's cooked out-of-doors
I think of it and my frozen spirit soars!

What's happened to these children? They look a little sad.
They've forgotten how to move without five extra pounds of pad.

Come little birdies! Come back to play.
We'll warm up your bath and keep intruders at bay.
Winter- I know you're necessary, and you're created by God,
But it's summer I remember with thoughts warm and fond.