Summer Time Poem by Esther Thornburg

When the son rises to the north
Of the old north barn
And the day begins early
Out there, on the farm.

When the murcery rises
The growing crops hold surprises
The day is long
Life's rythem plans on.

When the pasture is in full bloom
It goes to seed very soon
A whole world is waiting to feed
Upon the bounty found in the seed.

When the deer are grazing near the pond
The spotted fawn sleeps on
The song birds sing the lullaby
To the rhythm of the wings of the butterfly.

When winter must wait in line
Cause this is good old summer time
Seed time and harvest are sure to be
Providing for living things need.