I can relate to the sentiments expressed within your song, Gene. Truly I can. Love and peace to you,

Regis

What a great and fantastic song writer you are!!!!!

A passionate salute to youth, and a joyous look back at a richly lived time.

I love this, Gene. Your opening stanza is particularly smooth and captivating. Songs sung may be sung again; I'm counting on it. And in its own way, summer lives inside the fall; fall inside the winter - I'm counting on that too.

L o v e. it, but all your songs will never be sung, Sir Williamson.
You have too many in you for that to happen. . .thank God. People
will still be singing them long after. . .not going to think beyond that point. Encore! ENCORE!! xOx 'Pea' xOx

Exceptionally beautiful

Enchanted by sweetness and love's light. Very nice in deed. Hugs, J'nia

The perfect poem to have read first upon my return to Authors Den. Truly beautiful, Gene; it touched my soul. I see "Mem'ries of My Summertime" becoming a classic. ~leslie

Very hauntingly beautiful, Gene!
Reminds me of "September Song'
I'd love to hear it with a melody;-)

Merry Christmas,
With Love,
Eileen

Those are the memories that warm your soul and bring a smile of remembance long after summertime fades...beautiful, Gene.

Carole~

the passions of youth, our summertimes, linger within the fires of imagination -- a look, an aroma, the sun at just the right angle, a tasty libation sipped just long enough to stir the soul -- yes summertime was a season of wonder -- you sang your song of youthful memories and toasted it with bells and fireworks -- now, "sing it again Sam" -- Gene, the music lingers in my ears too -- the rhapsody of youth plays sweeter than the others -- peace and love my friend --Jon Michael

In Fondness Gene your words;
seductive dancing kisses
loving the naked summertime
days, evenings ...storms...
you are making me remember
"Mem'ries of My Summertime"
Peace, Love & Inspiration
Vickie

Wicked
Teasing
Heated
Some of the facets of being human
Introspection surely accompanies aging.
Nicely written Mr. Williamson.
r

And beautiful mem'ries they are dear Emile.

Newfie Hugs, Rose

"...ecstasy when bells began to chime..." oh yes! get that "men'ries" going!!!

Georg

'The summer ends and all my songs are sung'---------BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!! I LOVE THIS!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

This is great.A fine piece.I enjoy reading it.take care

Very well done, Gene. I thoroughly enjoyed this piece.

Such sweet memories, Gene....reminds me of those old black and white films I love so much...classic.

Reminder of things to value in life...you indulge us with a sense of playfulnes, Gene. I hear maracas dancing beans in those dried gourd music makers and Charro's coochie coo...and flamenco guitars lit with tequila...a small, intimate whitewash room filled with intense eye contact...and so much more going on under the table...

Love,
Sage

Another facet of you! Romantic in a timeless way. And a rebel who writes about Summer in wintertime! ;)

Axilea

Gene,
It has the tempo of andante with short bursts of allegro fuoco at the end of second and fourth, a Sinatra voice needed, and the entire lyric is well saved from soppy by the depth of gentle thought and feeling.

John

Kind of has that Poe feel to it. Byron too. Well done Gene.

. . . and so it goes . . . Flame burns the hottest when first struck / The cooling off tapers and then is cold . . .

Good write, Gene, but personally, I'm glad winter's almost here. I don't do the summertime heat very well, especially now that I'm getting older. Heat bothers me more than it did; I never did like heat.

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)