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In July By The Mountains From Here Far Away

In fancy it comes wafting to me in the breeze the sweet scent of hay
In the fields by the mountains from here far away
When the little brown lark is singing as he fly
A musical speck in the gray of the sky

The sun it is hidden behind clouds of gray
Though the warmth of Summer it is in the day
Good haymaking weather quite breezy and dry
And pleasant enough conditions for early July

In a leafy grove to my thoughts ever near
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Monday, December 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: july
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