I've always thought that Summer was wonderful anyway.
But yes, I am having a wonderful summer. Working on a book or two at the moment.
For contrast, check out my poem called "Look At Me! I'm Flying!"
Look At Me! I’m Flying!
“Look at me! I’m flying!” was what my young one said,
And sure enough, I saw the clouds of Glory ‘round his head.
His vision unimpeded, I watched him swoop and soar,
His landing gear did “Touch-and-Goes” across the kitchen floor.
I picked him up, and swung him ‘round. He held his arms out straight,
An aeronautic acrobat, in sight of Heaven’s Gate.
I’ve flown, myself, and I had pride, that Man had conquered flight,
While He who rules the Heavens smiled in humor at the sight,
And held His hand to guide us, as we reached out in trying,
He lifted us, as we did Him, for “Look at me! I’m flying!”
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . . November 9, 2005
Special note: In this poem, I pretend that I have a son. I'm allowed to do that. I have a license.