Maying
Oh, to be maying this cool sun-snapped day,
Temperately faultless and fair.
Oh, to be roaming, this rare day in May ~
Oh, how I wish you were there.
Oh, to be with you as spring bids its bye
And as summer is saluted, yet still...
Oh, you were with me as often I try
To think of you out on the hill.
I remember you with me, faithful and true,
Oh you, how loyal and sound;
Alert when I whistled and ever, I knew
Oh you, a prince of a hound.
Oh, to be maying as memories awaken ~
But do I feel rain in the sky?
Not so, this May day, I must be mistaken;
Oh, 'tis the tear in my eye.
Copyright © Alan Jeeves | Year Posted 2022
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