Golden afternoons of summer
When the sun is shining high,
And lacy little cloudlets drift
Like cotton in the sky.
Easy hours pass on tiptoe
As a soft and mellow breeze
Shows the silvery side of summer
Under leaves of maple trees.
Then I stretch out in my hammock
Dozing as the hours go by,
To the cheerful chirp of crickets
And a songbird lullaby.
Published in Ideals Best Loved Poems 1976