Do country lanes still hear cicadas sing
And lure with honeysuckle scent and hay,
To which drops of midsummer dew still cling,
As mockingbirds pour music down the way?
Do wild grapes twine around old pasture trees
And cows chew lazily on afternoons,
Heart-shimmering and murmurous with bees
That tick away the lavishness of Junes?
Do thistles ripen in untended fields
And orange lily chalices hold sun
While farmers cultivate rich harvest yields,
Then rock on porches when day's work is done?
And lure with honeysuckle scent and hay,
To which drops of midsummer dew still cling,
As mockingbirds pour music down the way?
Do wild grapes twine around old pasture trees
And cows chew lazily on afternoons,
Heart-shimmering and murmurous with bees
That tick away the lavishness of Junes?
Do thistles ripen in untended fields
And orange lily chalices hold sun
While farmers cultivate rich harvest yields,
Then rock on porches when day's work is done?
~ Alice Mackenzie Swaim
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