shifa burkett - When Summer Comes

When summer comes and winters far behind
I can bury my feet in warm golden sand
And let my soul unwind
When the smell of ripening strawberries
Fill the summer breeze
I can sit relaxing peacefully
Under the green and bending trees
When the sun shines down on the patchwork quilt
Of England’s pastures green
I can lay beside the bluebell wood
And ' sleep perchance to dream.'

shifa burkett

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-summer-comes/