"June" Sang the River
"June" Sang the River
Poem
"June" sang the river, "June" sang the sky;
"June" sang the trees and the flowers together,
"June" sang the meadow-lark, "June" sing I;
June is the month of singing weather.
June is the time for swinging clover,
Time for the rumbling old fat bee-rover,
Time for the sky to bend sweetly over,
And whisper, "Earth dear, from the East to the West
You are lovely all seasons - but in June far the best!"
Notes
Written by Annette Wynne.
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