Oh, those lazy Cape Cod days . . .
Sitting beside a peaceful pond,
Reading a good long novel . . .
Or playing chess on an old soft wool blanket,
Brightly painted damsel flies darting about . . .
Dragonflies stirring up the smell of drying pine needles,
The soft sudden sound of fish jumping . . .
Or a swimmer's stroke breaking the water's surface,
The chorus of croaking frogs. . .
As they leap from the shimmering green lily pads,
Walking along the pond's sandy shore . . .
Picking sweet indigo berries off of high blueberry bushes,
A glass of cool tart lemon aid . . .
A cold tuna fish sandwich on a hot summer's day.
-- Merrily A. Wolf