New England Summer

Sweet summer New England, thine beauty doth defy words. The words doth defy logic as sweet summer sonnets. The most beautiful of seasons, hot and sweat soaked sunshine. The summer waters in New England are divine, crisp clear salty oceans. Raging, cold rivers. Streams of pale hues, tickling, licking at your toes. The pollywogs in vernal pools, baby birds a chirpin. The sweetest baby deer and goslings dot our sceneries. Soft breezes tickle your face and tease your nose. The trees are bright green and full of leafy wonder. The birds within the branches sing out their songs. The grases alive with life, the songs of crickets and peepers ring out, longing for their mates. The vines of nearby plants are ripening with blueberries and strawberries and raspberries, blackberries. The taste of each is sweet and full of summer's essence. A greater value to be found, for sure, within the fields of summer mores. Queen Anne's Lace drips with blooms along our roadsides, yarrow and wild rose too. If you're lucky, a hawk you will spy, above the great wilderness of thine. The robins soar and even more, you will find happiness in our shores. Seafood galore. The delicious aromas of pies and cobblers. The homemade ice cream flavors that never end, they will delight your senses to no end. The fields, the flowers, the mountaintops of summer ever more.