A POEM FOR JUNE

You always come back in the spring,
A warm puppy, a cuddly thing

Reminds me of you, kittens too
A time for life to start anew

The fragrance of your fresh new hay
Wafts me back to that boyhood day,

In Granddad's barn I'd spend an hour,
Aroma sweeter than a flower,

Your buzzing bees and brilliant sun
Said nothing mattered but having fun,

So lovely now and way back then,
I'm glad you'll always return again.

by D. Edgar Murray