One Last Summer Before The War

One last summer before the war,
one last summer
of collecting memories,
of Ferris wheel rides at dusk
and birdsong at dawn,
of gentle sun in meadows,
and windy beach days,
one last summer
of inhaling beauty and nature;
one last summer
of taking all those pictures,
the polaroids we’ll share
on the dark stormy evenings,
hidden from heat and thirst
and floods and blood
in the days of war.