Hot San Joaquin Summers

Hot San Joaquin summers, long passed
days blissfully warm, extending into night.
Oh! summer,what wonders you'd bring;
Muscat grapes, red watermelons off the vine,
sunflowers that grew up over our heads,
smiling down into our little grinning faces.
yellow poppies glistening on the hillsides.
Wild flowers bent gleefully in the breeze.
The blistering sand baked our naked feet,
and turned our brown bodies even blacker.
In summer's heat, we played , while
heat waves mystical pranced in the air,
but mulberry and peach trees gave shade,
and we sucked fruits so sweet.
Trails of nectar ran down our arms.
As children, we thought your stay too short
You eased into fall, with amber leaves.
Winter brought her bitter cold.
Spring came offering wild flowers,
but summer, your days were best of all.