No ratings.
The joy, folly and angst of youth, love & family, through the eyes of maturity. |
The Scent of Summer I loved the scent of summer in the August air on our stroll along that lonely stretch of sand So young were we, unfettered, and without a care. The future was wide open and unplanned We thought ourselves invincible, unerring, Young lovers we, so vibrant and alive. No concept yet of lessons we were learning, Nor the basic tools we needed to survive As life and all its woes came in to view, we wondered where our carefree days had gone But our love, it was the lasting kind, and so it grew We took our licks, yet still we soldiered on Throughout it all we toiled, and were happy Life got sweeter still as hurdles cleared We were building for a future, for a family, And year by blessed year perfection neared On looking back I wouldn't change a single thing, I was happy for each new dawn to arrive. As time flew quickly by, as if, on guilded wing We proudly watched our children grow and thrive. I love the scent of summer in the August breeze As we gaze upon this lovely stretch of land Silver in our hair and Grandkids on our knees We bless the fading sunlight, hand in hand. |