Just a cool dry breeze
to blow my way;
lifting off the heat of day.
And a clear night sky,
for stars to shine;
that would just be so divine.
The sound of crickets
in the fields;
to which all other sounds do yield.
Accept for the owl
perched in the tree;
because it’s sound does comfort me.
And may pleasant dreams
fill my head;
as I rest here upon my bed.
This dear Lord I do pray
be so for this Summer’s night;
and may you wake me in the morning light.
Copyright 2011 Nancy M. Ericsson
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