Summer's Gone

Now summer's gone and fall is here,

The precious time is drawing near

To cuddle up around the grate

And hear your neighbors re-create

The happy things in memory's store

You've heard a thousand times before.

A time to hear the angler's boast

He caught the largest fish--almost--

That ever swam along the brook

Or snapped a line or broke a hook.

A time to put the gear away

And speak of fishes where they play

In every bend of mountain stream,

A time to reminisce and dream.

Ah, yes, and friends must hear about

The trip you took--each in-and-out

Of where you went and what you did,

Each precious trick of every kid

That lost his way in woods--and such,

You wish they hadn't seen so much!

Of how the old car buzzed along,

The motor running like a song,

And not one puncture on the track

From starting place to coming back.

A dandy car, you bet she is--

Our sonny drove--that boy's a whiz!

And take a look at all these shots

They took in diverse parking lots;

That's mama there-she's frying eggs;

While daddy rests his tired legs.

And little Nell who feeds the deer;

Oh, man alive, just look-ee here;

Young Bob is standing with the gal

We met somewhere in Southern Cal.

Yes, summer's gone and gentle bores

Will corner you somewhere indoors,

To give you all the rich detail

Of what they did along the trail.

So lend an ear and patient be--

For in a moment they will see

The snap-shot of your tiny girls,

Who yonder flaunt the goldn curls--

There in the park--see, on the stairs!

Where children stand to feed the bears.

Scenarios of all your trip--

From ocean shore to mountain tip!