quotations about summer
Well I'm a-gonna raise a fuss, I'm a-gonna raise a holler
About a-workin' all summer just to try an' earn a dollar
Everytime I call my baby, to try to get a date
My boss says, "No dice, son, you gotta work late"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
EDDIE COCHRAN
"Summertime Blues"
Summer is watermelons and swimming pools and home-grown tomatoes and the scent of freshly mowed lawns.
ANONYMOUS
"Summer is here: What are we going to do about it?", The Commercial Dispatch, July 6, 2017
We see the clouds of summer go and come,
And thirsty verdure praying them to give:
We cry, "O Nature, tell us why we live!"
She smiles with beauty, but her lips are dumb.
HENRY ABBEY
"While the Days Go By"
School is out and it's a sort of a buzz
A back then I didn't really know what it was
But now I see what have of this
The way that people respond to summer madness
The weather is hot and girls are dressing less
And checking out the fellas to tell 'em who's best
Riding around in your jeep or your benzos
Or in your Nissan stting on lorenzos
Back in Philly we be ou in the park
A place called the plateau is where everybody goes
Guys out hunting and girls doing likewise
Honking at the honey in front of you with the light eyes
She turn around to see what you beeping at
It's like the summers a natural afradesiac
And with a pen and pad I compose this rhyme
To hit you and get you equipped for the summer time
WILL SMITH
"Summertime", Homebase
SUMMER, season of beauty and of full-blown rosy warmth, when earth is clad in its grandest and most gorgeous attire; and nature is in all the majesty of adult splendour; at early dawn weeping gladness, at noon cheering alike the sad hearts and the joyous, and at the vesper hour casting a halo of sanctified and happy rest on all God's creatures here below. Who has not felt the first warmth of a summer's sun drive from his heart every desponding fear, and wake to new life and strength the last glimmering rays of his feeble faith. Hear, now the merry song of the haymakers, as with light hearts and lighter steps, intoxicated as it were by the healthful aroma of new-mown hay, each tries to outstrip the other in industry and activity. Here may be seen the horny-handed, sun-burnt son of toil, whom three-score years have left with ardour yet undaunted; there the comely matron, and close by her side blushing sixteen. 'Tis in the summer evening, 'mid the flowery lanes of his native country, that the honest rustic, with the maiden of his choice, plants the first pure and holy kiss on her young, trusting and rosy lips, and there, unseen or unheard by all but high Heaven above, swears to love, honour, and protect her as long as his manly heart beats in his breast, and hers revibrates in her woman's bosom. Summer wakes to new life and birth all earth and its inhabitants; the ice-bound arctic and antarctic circles, the stormy cold regions of the north and south, the mild climes of the temperate zone, and the sunny lands of the tropics. Summer brings joy and gladness to the uttermost parts of earth, and animated nature, the rocks and the hills, the deserts and the table lands, don the bright garb of summer.
T. AUGUSTUS FORBES LEITH
"On Summer", Short Essays
O summer day beside the joyous sea!
O summer day so wonderful and white,
So full of gladness and so full of pain!
Forever and forever shalt thou be
To some the gravestone of a dead delight,
To some the landmark of a new domain.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW
"A Summer Day by the Sea"
How beautiful is summer! Who does not, at this period, admire all nature teeming with life and replete with energy? At this time the richest wealth to earth is given, and the soul, as if in unison with the beneficence of its genial glow, offers up a prayer to the Source of all this beauty and splendor.
JAMES ELLIS
attributed, Day's Collacon
From brightening fields of ether fair-disclosed,
Child of the Sun, refulgent Summer comes,
In pride of youth, and felt through Nature's depth;
He comes, attended by the sultry Hours,
And ever-fanning breezes, on his way.
JAMES THOMSON
"Summer", The Seasons
After mowing the lawn or pulling weeds or putting clothes on the clothesline when it's hot, summer hot, unscrewing the hose from a sprinkler and taking big gulp from that hose? There's nothing like it. You can feel the water go all the way down to your tummy, cooling every inch and if you're really hot you take that same hose and water your face, too. It's a summer event that's not to be missed.
TRINA MACHACEK
"Is This You? Drinking in Summer", Nevada Appeal, July 7, 2017
Summertime is finally here ...
And it's two bare feet on the dashboard
Young love and an old Ford
Cheap shades and a tattoo
And a Yoo-Hoo bottle on the floorboard
Perfect song on the radio
Sing along 'cause it's one we know
It's a smile, it's a kiss
It's a sip of wine, it's summertime
Sweet summertime
KENNY CHESNEY
"Summertime"
For mouldering columns still look gay
When summer sunbeams o'er them shine.
ROSA VERTNER JEFFREY
"Hopes and Fears"
In the summertime when the weather is hot
You can stretch right up and touch the sky
When the weather's fine
You got women, you got women on your mind
Have a drink, have a drive
Go out and see what you can find
MUNGO JERRY
"In the Summertime"
Though summer is gone, and hath parted
Enjoyment's gay scene like its beam,
Though memory's left lonely hearted
To hang on its joy shadow'd gleam;
Which though every day passes over,
And dims with the stillness of night,
Yet the soul's watchful gaze can discover
THe trace of its meteor left light.
OSCAR
"Though Summer is Gone and Hath Parted", Cleone, Summer's Sunset Vision, the Confession, with other poems and stanzas
Summer's one redeeming quality is the Fourth of July, which is great only because explosions are awesome. But now that Independence Day has come and gone, there's nothing good left of summer -- just another two months of misery and blech.
REX HUPPKE
"The Unbearable Dreadfulness of Summer", Chicago Tribune, July 5, 2017
The summer dawn's reflected hue
To purple changed Loch Katrine blue,
Mildly and soft the western breeze
Just kiss'd the lake, just stirr'd the trees,
And the pleased lake, like maiden coy,
Trembled but dimpled not for joy.
WALTER SCOTT
Lady of the Lake
Summer afternoon--summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
HENRY JAMES
attributed, A Backward Glance
I spent my youth dealing with year-round summers, making me something of an expert on the subject. Drawing on that expertise, allow me to explain in vivid and inarguable detail why summer is the fetid meat wedged between the delightful bread of spring and autumn.
REX HUPPKE
"The Unbearable Dreadfulness of Summer", Chicago Tribune, July 5, 2017
Summer, summer, summertime
time to sit back and unwind.
WILL SMITH
"Summertime", Homebase
The summer sun was not meant for boys like me. Boys like me belonged to the rain.
BENJAMIN ALIRE SAENZ
Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe
All along the summer wheat
Swaying, supple-limbed and slender
Ripples trip and breezes greet
Tips of ears with kisses tender.
Sweetest Summer never grew
Wheat as supple as thy body,
Would I were a breeze, and you
Summer wheat, my sinuous Maudie.
J. A. HEWITT
"Maudie", Summer Songs and Other Poems