WHEN THE SUMMER COMES

See the briar creeping around the field,
It might prick you and it might make you bleed,
But if you wait, let it grow tall and strong,
Then it will please you, fill another need,
Help it grow right up the side of your house,
Tangle through branches of your old beech hedge
Let it wander where it’s wild way will go,
You’re gonna love it when it makes it’s show.

When the roses bloom
When the roses bloom
That’s when I’m happy
When the roses bloom

I watch honey bees flying to and fro
Picking up pollen, always on the go
One time one might sting you, might cause you pain,
But they’ll ignore you, keep out of their way,
With any luck they’ll come to your roses,
Somehow these mighty workers know the score,
For month after month follow their noses,
They make royal jelly using natures law.

When the honey comes
When the honey comes
That’s when I’m happy
When the honey comes

Outside is gloomy, skies are icy grey
Winter days are so cold, the grass sodden,
Gales do blow, trees shed their leaves, branches creak,
Daylight fades early, only robins cheep,
The cold winds stop blowing across the hills
Winter rains fall no more, leaves are on the trees,
Sunshine beats down, oh how the grass does grow,
But how the smell of mowing cheers me so.

When the summer comes
When the summer comes
That’s when I’m happy
When the summer comes.

Harry Rogers, In the Yellow Room, 10th November 2021

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