A Summer’s Day in Austria

Out of the window I see it all,

I smell apple pie baking until it is crisp and brown,

the grass sways as the blossoms fall,

kittens play and flowers rise from the ground,

I enjoy my grandmother’s sweet voice as she hums,

I taste the delight of strawberries fully ripe,

I go outside and dance in the sun,

My grandfather sits on the bench smoking his pipe,

My siblings and I collect eggs from the hens,

The cows are mooing and grazing across the land,

The pigs are fast asleep and safe in their pens,

I look across the forest and see the trees tall and grand,

I search in hope for a four-leaf clover,

I wish this summer’s day would not soon be over.