THE SUMMER

THE SUMMER

The leafy trees are merry
With thrush and blackbird gay;
Their voices loud and cheery
Make glad my home to-day.

 The old sow in the meadow
With sunburnt back doth lie,
With such a little shadow
That you could hardly spy.

 Willie Stirling

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