Many golden sheaves lying there,
Shining and still, but not for long to stay
As girls with golden hair who
Might rise from where they slept and go away.

Summer gives me time to reminiscing....

"Being young you have not known
The fool's triumph, nor yet
Love lost as soon as won,
Nor the best labourer dead
And all the sheaves to bind"


~William Butler Yeats~