Last Day of Summer Walk
When the meadowlark hides in the dry brown weeds
And the hot wind scatters the wildflower seeds
As the grasshopper leaps and I laugh at the shock,
I will take my last-day-of-summer walk.
So join me at the river’s bend.
I’m so glad you’ve been my summer friend.
Together we’ll watch the season end
As we take our last-day-of -summer walk.
This is one of my favorite poems from Year-Round Read-Aloud, Read-Along Rhymes: Celebrating Holidays and Seasons, written remembering my childhood summers in Central Oregon.
Just a few days ago, my husband and I drove out to Massacre Rocks State Park along the Snake River in South East Idaho. As we walked, we snapped pictures of rocks and lizards and the river, in its late summer cycle.
The grasshoppers jumped, just as I remembered. Dragonflies, and Monarch butterflies flew among the late wild flowers. The wind blew seeds from the opening milkweed pods. It was a magical day, and I cried as I thanked my husband for being my summer friend.