He dozes on a bunch of ropes
Beside the rocking lobster boats
He dreams as precious time elopes
His fishing rod slides off and floats
Blue crabs are fuming near the tides
To shield away the burning heat
Far up above a black hawk glides
And stray dogs sniff for bits of meat
The ocean sweats beneath the sun
A summer fever grips the town
The boat men just can't make their run
He tries to sit but slouches down
"Lazy Summer" by Henson S. King, Liberia
The “dog days” is an expression that not everyone might know, but to which all can relate. It's the time of year when your world is at its hottest—when days are long, nights feel sultry and freedom fills the air. It's a time of firsts—when many of us learn to swim, ride a bike, pitch a tent or catch fireflies. Or be away from home.
It's when you learn what you are made of. In many ways, the dog days are a time of growth.