Grilled hot dogs and burgers are the gods of June,
Downed with chips and soda under a silvery moon.
Then there’s a story accompanied by a favorite ballad
Spiced up with some slaw and mom’s potato salad.
Trees and flowers explode in a cascade of tones.
Clouds hail the heavens as they rise from thrones.
Ponds are reborn from life within and on their shore.
Fish, fowl & frog feed and breed in peace once more.
Weddings abound in this month of joy.
It’s the start of freedom for every girl and boy.
Friends and fun need to be the words of each day
As Gemini declares the year is nearing half way.
Comments about this poem (June by Gregory Huyette )
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