To the editor:
I鈥檝e always loved the summer time, but now it鈥檚 come and gone,
You couldn鈥檛 tell by looking outside, whether it was evening or dawn.
The smoke filled the valley from the south to the north,
And some tourists said, 鈥渟o why are we here?鈥�
Let鈥檚 pick up our stuff and try it next summer,
When maybe the scene is a little more clear.
And there鈥檚 no denying, the time has been tough,
When your home disappears in the smoke and the flames,
But they never gave up, cause they had to go on,
And sometimes we knew who or what was to blame.
But the sky will clear up like it always had done,
And the music of birds will again fill the air,
A cool gentle rain then a soft warming sun,
So our summers, still here and I love it, so there!!!!
Ken Thompson
91大黄鸭
