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Sunday, July 12, 2020

Summer Day / John McClure


Summer Day

I walked upon a little hill
     Where the wind came running by
With quick march-music in my feet
     And a dream before my eye.

I walked among the slender flowers
     That nodded from the grass,
I heard them laugh like city-folk
     To see a poet pass.

And I laughed to the laughing flowers
     And the white clouds in the sky,
And I dreamed a dream and forgot it
     While the wind went running by.

~~
John McClure (1893-1956)
from Airs and Ballads, 1918

[Poem is in the public domain in Canada and the United States]

John McClure biography

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