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Changeable July

The dark river bird with breast as white as snow
The dipper sings where the babbling waters flow
Through the old fields where the rank rushes grow
By ditch and by dyke and many a hedgerow.

Though the previous few days have been sunny and dry
The dark clouds of rain are gathering in the sky
The dark swallows chasing flying insects close to the grass fly
A sure sign of rain in changeable July.

I have loved Mother Nature since I was a boy
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