A Nature's Path

The island that I know has memories  on the beach, in the imprint of steps taken one at a time. Finding a voice in poetic stance Trodding over branches that fell onto white, sunkissed sand, warm like the turn of Autumn to Spring.  I walked over these paths many times, reminiscing of days lying there, looking up into clarity. The sky responds with a bright, arched grin. The hues of blue laughing. Mindful that lunchtime approaches, a sip of iced coolsicle, crushed ice water dripping down the glass, onto the sandy beach. Smiling, my skin is scorched red and I forget the sun lotion.   Now stinging, my skin feels sore. I now it is time to go into the sea and feel reassured that summer is always around the corner. (c) nature thoughts nw          

The traditional version was the one I learnt at school and which I sang with Summertime by Ella Fitzgerald for an audition before the staged performance. I like Art Garfunkel's version as well.

My photo is dark because at the time we had the Polaroid cameras as well! The organ I was playing was a birthday present from my dad when I was 7 or 8. Then I went to singing classes after leaving 6th Form (school) and I am still amazed to this day how singers can sing the long tunes without taking a breath!!