Amidst the hills full and lonely <br />I walked the ragged paths and stumbled stones, <br />Looking for a kind of longing, <br />A memory of that one day in June so long ago. <br />Remembering that summer, <br />Where leaves, green and velvet, <br />Hung down, idle and unraised. <br />The weather warm and wet, <br />Clouds in wind meeting their shadows on the ground, <br />Hovering over elm and willow. <br />Their branches eavesdropping on rooks and jackdaws <br />While beneath rabbits watched each other, <br />As if in endless love. <br />Here is where the memory of beauty will find me, <br />In a breeze that rustles faintly, <br />On occasion to take a nap, <br />That leaves the air silent, still. <br />For on that day in June <br />When the summer rite began, <br />It was as if nothing in the world mattered, <br />Which made it all the sweeter.<br /><br />John Scully<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-day-in-june-2/
