June is here, the month of roses, month of brides and month of bees, <br />Weaving garlands for our lassies, whispering love songs in the trees, <br />Painting scenes of gorgeous splendor, canvases no man could brush, <br />Changing scenes from early morning till the sunset's crimson flush. <br /> <br />June is here, the month of blossoms, month of roses white and red, <br />Wet with dew and perfume-laden, nodding wheresoe'er we tread; <br />Come the bees to gather honey, all the lazy afternoon; <br />Flowers and lassies, men and meadows, love alike the month of June. <br /> <br />Month of love and month of sunshine, month of happiness and song, <br />Month that cheers the sad wayfarer as he plods the road along; <br />Spreading out a velvet carpet, green and yellow, for his feet, <br />And affording for his rest hours many a cool and sweet retreat.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/june-46/
