What I like,
come ‘bout the first of June,
I’ll tell
you this, it n’ver comes too soon!
When the
birds are flying, upon the sky,
And along
with them my heart soars high.
A heat that
comes with a summer’s day,
A heat like
you’ll never feel in May.
The long
stem roses that reach up high,
You’d almost
think, they’d touch the sky.
The grass
that covers the graveyards in town,
And covers
those that fill the ground.
As I
remember those buried there,
And all
their Junes, and how they cared.
The bugs are
many, as they buzz about,
Some buzz
too low and feed the trout.
The trees
are green, with leaves anew,
Filled with
birds and there families too.
The fire
flies come out as evenin’ nears,
Yes, the
beauty of June, I’m moved to tears.
For on the
rise we fine the moon,
And it’s
glow will fill the night of June.
And the lazy
days will come to me,
And find me
down upon my knees.
Giving
thanks to God, I’m wise and smart,
I’m no
longer young, but young at heart.
Along the
beaches where the seagulls play,
I fine
myself wadding this fine June day.
As the earth
cools, as evening grows,
Nectar in
the flowers begins to flow.
I think of a
girl I use to know,
And how in
June she use to glow.
As evening
closes on this fine June day,
I almost forget,
I’m made of clay.
As the young
girls, like flowers bloom,
These are
the things I like, come the first of June,
And I’ll
tell you this, it n’ver comes too soon.
©
George Henry
Nichols