Sunny, balmy June is here, Crowned with scented roses bright, Growing and blooming everywhere, -- Oh! what a pretty sight! Back from the South the birds have come, Their last year's nests to repair; And here to have their summer home, And again their young to rear. Out in the long, wide meadow lot, Where the bee honey-hunting goes, A mower, with his sun-browned face, The scented clover mows. And, vieing with the black-birds' lay, The farmer boy at morn Whistles a love-tune, sweet and gay, As he plows out the dew-wet corn. Many things thou bringest, June, Many pleasantries and joys: Vacation days are coming soon, For all school-girls and boys. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BETRAYAL by HESTER H. CHOLMONDELEY PROMETHEUS by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE THE CHOIRMASTER'S BURIAL by THOMAS HARDY MACGREGOR'S GATHERING by WALTER SCOTT ON BEING BROUGHT FROM AFRICA TO AMERICA by PHILLIS WHEATLEY |