Rondeau For June
It's June, my fields of Poppies grow
Covering weeds and grass, and so
To fill my eye with colors as such
It gives to the heart a sudden rush.
Waving as His wind will blow.
In June we see the sunset glow
We see the heat in wavy rows
We swim and fish and play so much
It's June.
Baseball games we love to go
All the grass we hate to mow
In the evening falls a hush.
In June we feel our lovers touch
In our heart we forever know,
It's June.
Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2007
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