Summer thoughts on a Summers day in Cooperstown
Summer's warm breezes filled the air,
As I wondered near the waters edge;
The sky in muted summer colors,
Called my name so I stopped to stare.
An ancient sound seemed to echo forth,
From generations who lived before;
Of marching men who took to boats
Docked and waiting by this shore.
To hear the birds as they float in air,
And watch the sun set on its way;
I think of my place set in time,
And wonder if here I should stay.
But life is but a fickle friend,
Who we cannot trust to tell us more;
We must cross the water in the end,
To make it to the other shore.
