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  37.     

This time in june

It's june
The farmer's spell
With cutlasses and hoes
We rushed off our feet;
Off to the feild we go

It's june
The farmer's delight
With so much rigor
We worked our fingers sore
And in the night
We barely had a sleep

It's june
The farmer's joy
The heavens had opened up
Their hearts upon the earth
For the farmers household
It's time to toil

So, in november;
When harvest finally comes
The farmer walked with pride
It's the pinnacle of his yeild
And he is proud to trade

So, in november;
When harvest finally comes
With basket and sacks
We headed for the feild
It's time to fill our barns;
Even our bellies,
Also; the farmers wallet
A heavy weight to lift
And for the farmers household
It's time for spoils

This time in june;
It was a different story
And my father says;
No pain, no gain!
 
Bolami lawal

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  38.     

From May to June

May

Soft winds once made skirts billow
as girls walked along
while men wolf whistled.

No summer hats these days,
seems they've gone,
lost in another time.

I dream of olden days
when tattoos were for sailors
and eyelashes were real.

When gentlemen wore
suits and ladies,
summer gloves.

May holds its own though,
as birds still chatter in trees
and the sky above is blue.

May, a splendid month,
balmy and sunny
and nearer to June.


June

June warms the heart,
fruity and hot,
full of hope.

Lovers fill parks,
pairing, necking
similar to swans.

Guitars play
to summer breezes
as ice creams melt

and lagers froth.
Large bellied men
laugh and quaff.

Rhythmic melodies
drift on the breeze
making me mellow.

Streakers pop out
to amuse us,
especially the plump ones!

They all appear in June
I don't know why
but summer's come at last!
 
Ruth Walters

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  39.     

Too Soon (Dedicated To Mrs Tham My El Lit Teacher, hi PUALINA

The bluebells of June have finally been lost,
back to the earth that bore them,
throughout my life I will dread their flowering
for they scar a time of yearning.

Their coming fills me with the happiness
of memories of you, but they still gave me suffering
with the time of mourning for you
But yet these could still
Reveal the secret garden of my heart.

The forest floor, full of purple glory
scented gently of you,
one March we strolled its peaceful path
a meadow beneath our feet.

A year passed in a blink of an eye,
And then you were gone
Later in the month of June,
came the anguish of my soul -
you left me far too soon,
Like the bluebells of June

If only I could hear your voice,
the calming things you would say,
the earth itself would bow to my grief.
Like the bluebells every June,
You came and-
Gone too soon.

12/07/12
 
Skylar Stamon Silver Salvatore

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  40.     

The Lanes Of Apple Bloom

DOWN the lanes of apple bloom, we are treading once again,
Down the pathways rosy red trip the women-folk and men.
Love and laughter lead us on, light of heart as children gay,
June is smiling on us now, bidding us to romp and play.

Sun-kissed now are maiden's curls, bare of head the children run,
Love and laughter call us home when the long day's
toil is done; All our cares are borne away on the breezes, perfume
sweet, Down the lanes of apple bloom now we dance with flying feet.

Through the open door once more comes the pleasant breath of June,
Through the open windows now lullabies that mothers croon,
Caught upon the evening breeze, reach the toilers homeward bound;
Love and laughter rule the world, happiness once more is found.

Down the lanes of apple bloom gray-tressed age goes walking now
Minding less the weight of years or the wrinkles in its brow.
'Tis the evening hour of life, gloriously calm and sweet
June is dwelling in the heart! June is guiding weary feet.
 
Edgar Albert Guest

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