| Summertime in Boston By Jim Correale The heated rays of summer sun Fall gently and reflct upon The steady shallow waters of The peaceful Public Gardens pond It's summertime in Boston It's summertime in Boston The day's drifting now completed Boats with swans riding on the ends Where once many happy faces were seated Now lie awaiting tomorrow's friends It's summertime in Boston It's summertime in Boston A painter goes about her life's pleasure A mother scoots along her two kids The flower gardens reveal their treasure And I sit writing on the bridge |