Summertime Dream (Poem) Gordon Lightfoot

It's a summertime dream
not a restless fling
when girls you knew become brides
Whose young men arrived in town
that very same spring.
Summer glances
should not be lightly cast,
for winter waits in grim disguise,
knowing summer warmth to be
a somewhat fragile enterprise.

So when the last snow
lay wet and heavy
and April rains cut
the big drifts down to size,
people always seemed to get
themselves together better
in balmy weather. In the north
it's not a surprising feeling
hopeful, thankful, and relieved,
having warmth, and nothing more
to do with winter.

Summertime dreams
a blessing to the old
which youth will not deny
yet cannot comprehend.
A new love here,
a life wasted over there,
sometimes a lifelong friend
Signs of danger close at hand
Earth turning in modern time;
status symbol, moon rocks
fuel gauge, on empty.
Soap opera, horse opera,
talk opera, rock opera,
police opera, Grand theft,
Assault and mayhem;
You can watch the show all day
and let the kiddies in on
what's going on out there
through the safety of T.V.