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A blast from the past … Eddie Cochrane and Summertime Blues.Β  I was 11 when this was recorded and unfortunately too young to go to the Snakepit at Scarborough beach.Β  Do you remember this song?Β  There was also Summertime Summertime Sum Sum Summertime by The Jamies released around the same time.Β  When I was browsing through YouTube I was amazed at the number of summer songs that have been recorded and also amazed at how many I remember πŸ™€

Anyway, we’re well and truly into summer here in Kalamunda, Western Australia and several days ago I was lying in bed looking out the window in the cool of the morning, knowing that there was a hot day ahead of us …

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and the words for a poem started forming in my head.

Today is going to be another hot one, forecast to be at least 36Β°C (which is roughly 96Β°F).Β  We had a strong, cold easterly wind howling all night, so having left the windows and doors wide open the house cooled right down to a lovely 18Β°C.Β  It’s now midday and the easterly dropped off about half an hour ago and it’s warming up rapidly outside.

So here’s my poem to summer ….

SUMMER
The sound of magpies carolling in the early morning light
As the sun rises slowly to chase away the night
Cool air drifting gently through windows open wide
Curtains back so we can see the vista just outside
Bottlebrush, grevillea, woolly bush and marri trees
Jacaranda and lavender gently moving in the breeze
A cool easterly brought relief through the early dawn
But now there’s just a hint of heat as it slowly warms
Honey eaters flitting, ring-necked parrots find a spot
In amongst the ripening fruit before it gets too hot
The temperature slowly rises as the crows begin their call
Arrk, arrk, their mournful sound, as if they might die and fall
From their perches in the trees and on power lines up high
Under a sun, blazing bright, in a clear blue sky
And now cicadas start their call … a familiar sound of summer
Skinks and blue tongues sun themselves, roused from winter slumber
The breeze drops, the day grows still, all find a shady place
To spend the day out of the heat … life at a slower pace
We take ourselves outside to sit under grapevines cool and shady
On our old park bench, with a long cold drink .. a good day to be lazy.

Β© Kay Aram 2018

And photos of our grapevines and old garden seat ….

Wishing you a wonderful day, no matter where you are or what the weather 😎

 

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