Summer day musings… A beautiful summer day around our town, the fields are gold now, and so beautiful! And even though many of the fields are already harvested (like this one), they bring to mind one of my Grandmother’s poems…
A Time to Dream
~by Maude Osmond Cook
The shimmering heat waves rise and fall
Above the ripening grain;
The drowsy drone of bees is heard
Around the dusty plain.
The idle breeze is whispering
With tones that lull to rest,
As a mother soothes her little babe
To sleep upon her breast.
Is there a better time to dream,
With nature all in tune —
As fleecy clouds go floating by
On a lazy afternoon?