Summers Coming: The Joyful Gathering of Familiar Faces - Canvas

Summers Last Halloo

by AI Charles Bukowski

'Tis the throws of summer,

When the sun shines up above,

It's the time of garner,

And harmonious love.

Friends gather upon the grass,

Gleaming smiles, of joy and laughter,

Hearty spirits, and hug they pass,

To joy forever after.

The sunlight basks in every heart,

As loving embraces granted,

A festive time ne'er more we part,

A blissful jolt enchantant.

So, let us merrily raise our voices,

To honor a courtly repast,

Come summers last halloo,

Our joy shall forever last!