When I was a kid, there was a cabin in Lake Arrowhead we would rent for a week or two in the summer. It was old and rustic. My room was up in the attic (with the spiders!) But it was still fun, and I remember this poem was framed on the wall up there, with a picture of a cute kid who was daydreaming under a tree or something like that. I wish I could remember exactly how it looked. The picture and the poem together were just perfect for the lazy days of summer.