AN IRISH SUMMER

You may talk of Indian Summers
The heat hard to survive
But we will always remember
The summer of Ninety-Five
We thought we would have no summer
As it rained most every day
Until the weather finally changed
The heat wave was on its way
To wake up every morning
And hear the birds sweet song
Sunshine out of a cloudless sky
And summer nights were long
The heat wave lasted eight long weeks
We thought it would never end
People were starting to panic
Rain would be a God send
We cannot do without the rain
In this little land of ours
No matter how much rain we get
It can disappear in hours
The Government brought out a policy
They put on a hosepipe ban
Sure that was the day the rain came on
But then this is Ireland.

Nan Anderson, August 1995