August 7, 2024
102-Year-Old Brandywine Resident Shares Thoughts on Late Summer Days
To the Editor:
Prayer in August
Let me know Summer before it is gone.
Let me share the high noon loveliness
Of wildflowers in country lanes
Where hedgerows are alive with the hum
Of bumble bees:
Study the deep green of summer trees
Reflected in shaded streams
Listen for the plaintive call
Of the mourning dove
Feel quiet contentment of cows
Grazing in peaceful fields
On drowsy afternoons.
Before it is too late
Let me walk barefoot in lush grass,
Breathe deeply the ripe sweetness of summer…
Grow dizzy from the breath
Of a hundred roses.