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