Summer’s Last

Send us Fan MailSummer’s last I left the summer this evening, quietly walking home, as she whispered across the fields, for I could see she was alone, for above the stars were weeping, many slipping from the evening sky, ‘farewell,’ they seemed to tremble, as she bowed to the harvest moon, and sang a slow goodbye, And in her arms were apples full and rounded, blushing, from the late afternoon sun, So I stopped took one,and listened to the silence, the last of summer to remember, the memories and laughter, in colour the fallen leavesthat autumnhad left [email protected]