Thoughts of summer in a lovely poem by Robert Frost.
“God made a beauteous garden
With lovely flowers strown
But one straight, narrow pathway
That was not overgrown.
And to this beauteous garden
He brought mankind to live
And said, ‘To you, my children
These lovely flowers I give.
Prune ye my vines and fig trees,
With care my flowers tend
But keep the pathway open;
Your home is at the end.”
Robert Frost