Late summerSlanting sunlight,Find the broad leaves,Ripen the figs.Imbue themWith the earthy smell,The heady scentOf summer's end.

Little girls climbOn the pasture gateTo watch the horses run.Summer sunshineOn  your unruly manes,Barefoot and having fun!

Farm eggs are Different every daySome are speckled,Some white, some grayMost are brownSome tan, some beige.So pretty in blue!