School holidays end
Bringing misty, damp mornings
Ready for autumn
Welcome to Harcourt 51 – Where anything can happen – And usually does
School holidays end
Bringing misty, damp mornings
Ready for autumn
The first time I saw her,
She was blue;
Cord wrapped round her neck.
She was mine.
She was ours.
We loved her.
Now in her teens,
She breaks our hearts.
But we love her just the same.
Scent of summer honeysuckle
Mixed with early morning dew
Stimulating all my senses
Cannot e’er compete with you
Walk with me in moonlight’s splendour
Where the honeysuckle grows
Watch the sunrise o’er the mountain
Bathing all in tender glow
Let us listen to the chorus
Of the morning birds in song
Singing out of love’s contentment
Oh may our love last that long
And, as all the world is stirring
Let us simply slip away
To our restful, peaceful garden
Till the morning turns to day
Oh, my love, may you feel comfort
In my arms may you find bliss
Sleep, awhile, in summer’s dawning
There to dream of love’s first kiss
It isn’t the sun
Or even the sea and sand
You make my summer