Sunday, June 08, 2014

Poetry: June

June


Mine is the time of foliage,
When hills and valley's teem
With buds and vines sweet scented,
All clothed in glowing green.

My nights are bright and starry,
My days are long and clear
And truly I'm the fairest,
Of all months in the year.

- Mary Fordham

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