Throughout the cold damp winter

We dream of summer days,

And waking up to see the sun,

Break through the morning haze.

Changing from red to burnished gold,

as it ascends the cloudless sky.

shortening  the ink black shadows,

as the temperature climbs high.

Bikini clad girls, soaking up the sun

relax by the sea on sun beds.

On deck chairs old men knot

hankies  to cover their bald heads.

How nice it would be if with cloud free skies,

 such dreams could really came true.

But those that we have are very short lived,

and sadly in England quite few,

If it happens alas, due to pressure of work,

we are left with no time to burn.

So we have no option, but to sweat it out,

and wait for autumn's return,

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