Summer
A weighty word because it’s hot!
Except where I grew up on the beautiful Olympic Peninsula
Those summers were perfect
It was a time when the rain lessened
The sun reminded us it did indeed exist
And caressed with us with gentle rays
The ocean delightfully cold and deep
Gently bobbing you as you restfully float in it’s liquid embrace
The beaches full of hot rocks and logs waiting for you to fall off
Big trees providing deep shade when the sun came down harder
Their branches criss-crossing and covered in lush moss
Just begged to be climbed and marvel on the Lord’s creation
From high above an eagle’s majestic scream soars through the sky
Reminding me of 4th of July and how our founding fathers
Would not be silenced but boldly soared out their declaration for freedom
As night comes nigh I am filled with a shiver of delight
This is the best part of summer
Lying in the damp grass on a big hill under a blanket of endless stars
All the frogs chirping, squeaking and filling the night with
A glorious melody a song of their own worship to the Lord
My brother and I laughing as we shove each other rolling down the hill
And then scramble back up and breathlessly flop down and gaze
At the endless galaxies spinning above our head
Reminding us of the power of the starbreather who became our sin bearer
What a wonder
Summer
