Lazy little hawse, it's noon And we've wasted saddle leather, But the mornin's slip so soon When we drift around together In this lazy, shinin' weather, Sunny, easy-goin' June. Who kin study shamblin' herds, How they calve or die or wander, When the bridegroom mockin'-birds, Singin' here and there and yonder, Trill that June's too bright to ponder And life's just too fine for words! Down the desert's hazy blue See the tall gray whirlwinds farin', Slow, contented sort of crew Trailin' 'cross the sunny barren, Headed nowhere and not carin' Just the same as me and you. From a world of unfenced room Just a breath of breeze is strayin', Triflin' with the yucca bloom Till its waxy bells are swayin', On my cheek warm kisses layin' Soft as touch of ostrich plume. When the July lightnin' gleams This brown range will start to workin', Hills be green and tricklin' streams Down each deep arroyo lurkin'; Now the sleepy land is shirkin', Drowzin', smilin' in her dreams. Steppin' little hawse, it's noon. Turquoise blue the far hills glimmer; "Sun—sun—sun," the mockers croon Where the yellow range lands shimmer, And our sparklin' spirits simmer For we're young yet, and it's June! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOUGH OF NONSENSE by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES FIRST-DAY THOUGHTS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER A DEDICATION by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG INTRODUCTORY AND VALEDICTORY by LEVI BISHOP MELANCHOLIA by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES ON THE TRUE MEANING OF THE SCRIPTURE TERMS 'LIFE AND DEATH,' by JOHN BYROM |