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  29.     

A June-Tide Echo

(After a Richter Concert.)


In the long, sad time, when the sky was grey,
And the keen blast blew through the city drear,
When delight had fled from the night and the day,
My chill heart whispered, " June will be here!

" June with its roses a-sway in the sun,
Its glory of green on mead and tree."
Lo, now the sweet June-tide is nearly done,
June-tide, and never a joy for me

Is it so much of the gods that I pray?
Sure craved man never so slight a boon!
To be glad and glad in my heart one day--
One perfect day of the perfect June.

Sweet sounds to-night rose up, wave upon wave;
Sweet dreams were afloat in the balmy air.
This is the boon of the gods that I crave--
To be glad, as the music and night were fair.

For once, for one fleeting hour, to hold
The fair shape the music that rose and fell
Revealed and concealed like a veiling fold;
To catch for an instant the sweet June spell.

For once, for one hour, to catch and keep
The sweet June secret that mocks my heart;
Now lurking calm, like a thing asleep,
Now hither and thither with start and dart.

Then the sick, slow grief of the weary years,
The slow, sick grief and the sudden pain;
The long days of labour, the nights of tears--
No more these things would I hold in vain.

I would hold my life as a thing of worth;
Pour praise to the gods for a precious thing.
Lo, June in her fairness is on earth,
And never a joy does the niggard bring.
 
Amy Levy

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  30.     

June Bug

They call me a June Bug, But I don't come in June
They really should call me a May Bug
I fly all night looking for a light
A little romance and then love

I'm the June Bug of another's dream
Yeah, I'm the one that's on your screen
I'm the one that comes in the hundreds
The one you step over with your feet

I'm a June Bug, A June Bug
I'm roly poly round
Looking for love, Yeah, looking for love
And I know it's flying around

I spend seven years in that ground
And all I ever am is a Grub
Of course when I climb out of that hole
I wanna find me a little bug love

You want to see my buddies?
Well, just keep that light burning bright
We will come in the thousands
And visit you all night

We come up from the ground
At night we can be found
We visit you in the month of May
And all night we hang around

You want to know just why
We don't move when you come outside?
Well, that's because a Bug named Fred
Told us all to pretend we died

We come up from the ground
All we want is a little Bug love
But I tell you that ain't easy
Sometimes it's just real tough

I saw Sam the Bug the other day
Flying straight for a big head light
I guess he liked it quite a lot
Because he is still there and bright

Poor Arnold the Bug, Well, I don't know
He is stuck on someone's shoe
We tried to tell him but he had listened to Fred
That Bug just wouldn't move

You think you've got troubles
Well, let me just tell you
You don't know the half of it
Til a shoe comes down on you

All we want is a little love
A little bit of that Bug love stuff
Although we come in the month of May
They call me a June Bug

A June Bug, A June Bug
I'm roly poly round
Looking for love, Yeah, looking for love
And I know it's flying around!

copyright 2005 Bill Simmons
aka BillWilliamStar@aol.com
 
Bill Simmons

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  31.     

June...June...June...June... (R)

This is for June n' all the Summers it brings
Wind chasing bells of a Church steeple ring
Olde songs of wedlock over top hat, an' lace
As June passes torch.... to July's scarlet face

Grown trees, full jackets of multi-hue green
The last pink magnolia leaf still can be seen
Ther's a breeze in the air that carries a scent
Of sweet honeysuckle......fresh efflorescence

Night casts its chill...yet June has its motive
A bright ardent globe... a lovers sweet votive
Moonlight romance, 'neath a nautical breeze
Make lov' in June dance like starshine on sea





©Frank J. Ryan, Jr./2013


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Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR

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  32.     

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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