When the hornet hangs in the hollyhock, And the brown bee drones in the rose, And the west is a red-streaked four-o'clock, And summer is near its close, It's, Oh!, For the gate, and the locust lane; And dusk, and… — Madison Cawein Copy Share Image
Summer is near..and I can see how much fun it gonna be already!! xD Cant...wait...for SUMMERTIME — Naresha Copy Share Image
