The same sun slants with summer heat
On beach and field and narrow street,
Gardens bloom in brilliant hue
Beneath the endless, arching blue,
Calm seas reflect the harbor light
And stars gleam in the velvet night.
These could be summer nights and days
But the pattern has changed in many ways:
The beach that was thronged in days gone by
Now knows only the seagull's cry;
The village wakens to the sound
Of bright-faced children school-ward bound,
And fishing boats chug down the bay
Where fleets of pleasure craft once lay.
Now the town folk have their share
Of sparkling sea and clean salt air,
Of time to be lazy in the sun,
Content with summer tasks well done.