When Summer Is Gone

If we could trade away our LOST TOMORROWS-
And win with them the years that used to be;
The young girl, with the brown eyes,
By the table-
The whispering winds that always
Sang to me!

The crimson tinted clouds of Early Morning-
When summer days are softly laid to rest!
The RUSTLING CORN… the night…..
The twilight falling-
Of all these days…WHICH DO WE CALL THE BEST?

But no one wants to trade away TOMORROW-
It is our last days, a precious dream-
The twilight comes too soon, across the prairie-
And WINTER comes again, when summers gone!