I can remember
wind blowing through screened windows
and through curtains made of sheets.
There's a certain quiet in the summertime.
In the summer heat, there's a certain peace..Sometimes.
With nail and hammer, I placed the curtains
to discourage wandering eyes,
and when the night became undone,
they still let in all the light.
Brightly colored I kept them for happiness and cheer.
And the walls were colored peach, full of warmth and charm, to keep the comfort near.
Summer days are hot and slow sometimes..
There's a fan soothing in the window..
I put the children down for a nap in this summertime
While I watched the curtains dance from where the wind blows..
