A wondrous blue of summerous sky,
Adream of fair, sweet weather,
A floating cloud-band airlly,
joined hand-in-hand together.
A rippling sea, of upland-grass,
by the daisy-foam fecked over,
A fleet of butterflies,sailing past
to anchor in the clover;
A gay flotilla on fairy wing,
by the summer-breeze,
tossed brightly for the butterfly will
is a fickle thing, and his fancy changeth lightly.
An oriole, with happy wing,
above her nested-darlings,
in Mother-Pride, all quivering,
to tell her neighbor Starlings.
A leaning wall of Willow Green, a glimpse of shining river,
a wild rose hedge, all has been, and will again, forever,
O summer vision flushed anew!
O morn of fair-sweet weather,
life is still young, and love is true,
and both, divine Together!
This poem was picked by Gary and Ben because it remind's us both of summer. We hope you enjoy.
This poem was picked by Gary and Ben because it remind's us both of summer. We hope you enjoy.
Photos retreived from:http://blog.chriscrawfordphoto.com/?cat=5,
