Song for a Summer Day
by Alice B Clagett
Saturday, August 18, 2001
Rated "G" by the Author.
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I went for a drive from Los Angeles to Grass Valley in the spring of 2001, and on the way home, this poem was born. It's about true love...not the kind we read about in novels, but the love from which we sprang, and to which each of us longs to return.
These sun-drenched California hills
knead me like dough,
bake me in the noonday sun,
and eat me for lunch.
Not a bad way to go....
I’d like to live on a road
with a sign at the entrance:
NO THROUGH STREET.
Let it have rolling hills
live oaks marking a fence line
horses grazing the wild oats
riding the backs of the meadows
like a lion’s sleek fur
Let it have bird call
and a cricket answering
as the wind loves to touch
the leaves of the oak tree
like the brook that whispers to the passing shore:
“Drink, drink! Freely I give to thee.”
Love does not forget the other,
the different one, loved for its difference
the dry one, loved for a chance to bring it water
the green one, loved for its greenness
the formless one, loved for its touch alone
and all those who long for another,
loved for their longing
Love is, and what is not
are this tree,
this golden field,
the rolling warble of a summer day
The length and breadth and depth of life
are not there
but hidden away, like a summer day
on a forgotten country road
nourished by a stream that never runs dry,
not even in summer.
--a gift of love from Alice, May 2001
Love Grace Light