# **SUMMER** In summer we eat green beans, peaches, cherries and melons. In every sense nice and long the days form a sound. Trains travel through the country, flags flap merrily on rooftops. How nice it is in a boat surrounded by gradual heights. The high peaks still wear snow, flowers give fragrance. On the lake you can spend all your time singing and being happy. I don’t know what it is that makes me rich, you lie in the grass and read a book and from everywhere you hear the pointless gnats, buzzing flies. *Robert Walser*