Even growing up

                              With my friends all loving the beach,

                                               I loved the winter,

                                     The slowing down, the peace.

                                          Summer brings freshness,

                                             that elevates the mood.

                                           But then comes the noise,

                                     The fast cars, boats, and toys.

                                        But worst of all, that critter

                                              The mosquito,

                                        And she makes me bitter.

                                         Then finally cold drives in

                                  With an entrance made to impress

                                        Sometimes like a madman

                                               Often like a caress.

                                 And quietens down the earth again

                                                Making all to rest.