Summer’s Keeper
When I looked at my wrist to tell the time,
the big hand had brushed, the small one away.
It was half past spring, almost summertime;
“about eighteen o’clock”; I heard it say.
I knew it was soon that old watch would chime.
I could not be late, I must make my way.
I ran down the path, I flew like the breeze,
I tripped once or twice and skinned both my knees.
When I finally got there, I saw the old fox,
he said with a stare; “what took you so long”?
I cried and I said; “I tripped on some rocks”.
In reply he said; “it’s here, you belong;
it’s time to let summer out of its box”.
“I’ve waited for this, almost all yearlong”.
I smiled and said; “I know you are right
and our summer shall start, this very night”.
I reached in my dress and took out the key,
on a golden chain that hung ‘round my neck.
All the wood creatures waited anxiously.
I slid the key in and wiggled to check.
When the box popped open, we all could see;
It flew out with a whirl, we all hit the deck!
So goes the story of summer that year,
If I had been late, it would disappear.
Honorable winner
Adding your comment:
