July
I am for the open meadows,
Open meadows full of sun,
Where the hot bee hugs the clover,
The hot breezes drop and run.
I am for the uncut hayfields
Open to the cloudless blue,—
For the wide unshadowed acres
Where the summer’s pomps renew;
Where the grass-tops gather purple
Where the ox-eye daisies thrive,
And the mendicants of summer
Laugh to feel themselves alive;
Where the hot scent steams and quivers,
Where the hot saps thrill and stir,
Where in leaf-cells’ green pavilions
Quaint artificers confer;
Where the bobolinks are merry,
Where the beetles bask and gleam,
Where above the powdered blossoms
Powdered moth-wings poise and dream;
Where the bead-eyed mice adventure
In the grass-roots green and dun.
Life is good and love is eager
In the playground of the sun!
~~
Charles G.D. Roberts (1860-1943)
from The Book of the Native, 1896
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]
Charles G.D. Roberts biography
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