Week 14: The summers we've had | Brenda Rose

Voices sounded like

Summer sighs

And we're the wind blew

We got lifted high

Beautiful colours

Surrounded us

With light from the past

And just like apples gathered from a tree

We reaped

Oh, what a lovely summer we've had

We came to see

Our lives are wired

With the days

We lived back when we we're young

We remenisced

And what we did back then

We've now repeated

Oh, what a lovely summer we've had

With tales from the past

A new history

We've made

We sang 'till we're soar

Swam 'till we're cold

Laughed 'till we cried

Then and now

So thanks to our mothers

Thanks to our fathers

Thanks to our brothers

And anyone who loved us

Oh, what a precious youth we've had

Oh, what a life of complexities we've had

Oh, what a lovely life we've built

With thanks to the friends

And the good men we have

Oh, the summers we've had

Week 13: All of a Sudden | Tamar Lewis

Wasn't it a sweet, sweet summer, when we look back
Polaroid pictures, red Allstars
Looking back and thinking over how we got here
Touching borders, hitting brick walls

Days of waiting by the mailbox, with the sun upon my face
Doves flew over, dropping letters, oh how time flew by
Standing still and breathing out what was and in what is to come
Wrapped in cotton, drenched in hot chocolate

All of a sudden
The summer is over
What shall we do
Now the leaves are falling from the trees
All of a sudden
The colours are fading
Let's make summer last
Through the winter

Isn't there a cold, cold winter laying ahead of us
Frozen hands and chapped lips
Rushing through the fall, walking in the rain
Hiding away at home where love lives

Evenings watching  the snow falling where daisies used to bloom
Ginger cookies and milk because it's too cold to fall asleep
Standing still and breathing out what was and in what is to come
Wrapped in cotton, drenched in hot chocolate

Standing still and breathing out what was and in what is to come
Wrapped in cotton, drenched in hot chocolate

Week 12: Underneath the stars | Brenda Rose

Week 12: Underneath the stars  | Brenda Rose

Streetlight

Falls upon my eyes

As I lie awake

I cannot sleep

I think about those times

When under the starlight

We strolling through these summer evenings

When underneath the stars we were wandering

Summer full of teenage sleepovers

Oh these slow weekends

We worried 'bout nothing

Breathing slowly out and in

Close to midnight

We still talk about daytime

Oh whatever happened then

Did he look at me

Or was it just pretend

We'll analyze it over and over again

Underneath the stars we were wandering

Summer full of teenage sleepovers

Oh these slow weekends

We worried 'bout nothing

Breathing slowly out and in

Guided by starlight

Protected by moonlight

Welcomed by sunlight

Started on Friday

Again on a Saturday

Ended on Sunday

But every day

I was with you

I was with you

Oh these slow weekends

We worried 'bout nothing

Breathing slowly out and in