There is a song we all know
“June is busting out all over”
It is so true this year
We walk through the clover
Look at our shoes and then
Look at each other.
The mess we made of them,
We can only say “Oh brother”
On we trod down to the creek
Looking for broken colored glass
A jar of them collected,
Is what we call first class.
We divert into the woods.
See flowers of many kind.
We keep on treading deeper
And deeper. Curiosity has its appeal
And you never know what we will find
The tundra is beautiful, with many
Shades of green and blue
We are dazzled by the view
A few birds are flying around
Chipmunks and squirrels on the ground
Are squealing and dashing form tree to tree
They look for food they had hid away
They chase each other to no avail
Up and down and all around
Energy we all wish we had
Daffodils and dandelions cover
A lot of the ground
Outside the woods are lilacs
White, pink, purple, and blue
The fragrance is overwhelming
June is busting out all over and
It is my favorite month.
Stanski
June 10, 2023, ^
Steve Haarman 