Summers past

I remember fondly those days of Summer
Of my youth
Vacation days at my godfather's
Huge, huge country property by a lake

His enormous two-stories mansion
Closer to the road
There was rather of a boulder
Near the alleyway
My cousin Diane, good with brushes
Painted the face of a Mohawk on it
it much resembled the one on the
Chicago Blackhawks jerseys

The smaller guest cottage was near the water
On some early mornings, father and I went fishing
But I much preferred the family treks to the
Strawberries field
Coming home with a good harvest
And mother would make delicious pies,
Some brought to the main house
Where cousin Diane also enjoyed
Playing a bit of Debussey's La Mer on her piano.

Super days
Never a dark cloud.........