The air is crisp. No buzzing bites annoy.
Beneath a breezy, clear, black, starry sky.
The crickets sing for us as we enjoy,
A feast of corn, grilled fish, and homemade pie.
The calming fire mingles warmth and light,
Between the happy laughter shared by friends.
At last, a perfect, restful summer night,
That falls upon this day the summer ends.
