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Robert Harrison
Guest
                    TO A SUMMERS DAY
WHEN I WAS BUT A LAD, IN A TIME WHEN A DAY WAS AS LONG AS MANY ARE NOW.
I WOULD LIE IN A FIELD OF SWEET SMELLING GRASS, AND ENFOLD MYSELF IN BIRD SONG.
WITH HEAD NESTLED UPON ARMS UPTURNED, A WARM SUMMERS SUN CARESSING MY FACE;
A GENTLE BREEZE WOULD PLAY WITH MY FAIR TUSSLED HAIR, BRINGING WITH IT TO MY EARS
THE SOUNDS OF SUMMER.
I HEAR YOU BUMBLING BEE, DON'T YOU KNOW THAT YOU CANNOT FLY, MAN HAD DECREED IT SO,
AND YET YOU DEFY MAN AND HIS WISDOM AS YOU DRONE FROM FLOWER TO FLOWER DOING THE IMPOSSIBLE.
AND YOU; LARK OF THE SKY, WHO'S SUMMER SONG CONSTANTLY ENRICHES MY VERY SOUL.
YOU USE EVERY NOTE AS STEPS, LIKE THE RUNGS OF JACOB'S LADDER, TO REACH THE VERY THOWN OF GOD
HIMSELF. WITH SHADED EYES DO I WATCH YOUR ASCENT UNTIL ONLY YOUR VOICE BETRAYS YOUR PRESENCE.
LITTLE MOUSE OF THE FIELD, DO YOU THINK THAT I CANNOT HEAR YOU AS YOU SCRURRY HITHER AND THITHER
ALONG FAMILIAR PATHS? EVEN IN MY YOUTH HAVE I LEARNED PATIENCE FROM THOSE WHO SEEK YOU OUT, THE
GRASS SNAKE AND THE ADDER, WHO'S DIAMONDS ARE MORE PRECIOUS TO MY SIGHT THAT ANY BEAUTIFUL
ADORNED FINGER. BE CAREFUL LITTLE BROTHER , OR YOUR BOLDNESS WILL BE YOUR DOWNFALL.
I HEAR YOU TOO, FLIRTACIOUS BUTTERFLY. I HEAR YOU AS I HEAR THE SUN ON RIPENING CORN, I HEAR YOU AS I HEAR THE MOONBEAMS ON DARK WATERS. YOU LIGHT AND AIRY THING, WHO'S ERRATIC FLIGHT ELUDES MAN WITH NET AND PIN. YOU KISS EACH FLOWER FLEETINGLY BEFORE SEEKING ANOTHER TO TEMPT WITH YOUR FLIRTATIOUS FLIGHT.
YOUR LIFE LASTS BUT A FLEETING MOMENT OF TIME, BUT EVEN IN DEATH YOUR FLIRT, AS YOU CAPTURE THE HEART OF A FAIR HARIED BOY, WHO HOLDS YOU IN CUPPED HANDS WILLING A DEPATED LIFE TO RETURN.
I HEAR YOU BABBLING BROOK, AS YOU MERRILY PLAY WITH PAPER BOAT, CATCHING AND RELEASING AND CATCHING AGAIN, TAKING IT FURTHER AND FURTHER ON TO A DESTINATION THAT CAN ONLY LEAD TO A WATERY GRAVE, WHILE UPSTREAM A CHILD CRY'S.
WHEN I WAS BUT A LAD, IN A TIME WHEN A DAY WAS AS LONG AS MANY ARE NOW.
I WOULD LIE IN A FIELD OF SWEET SMELLING GRASS, AND ENFOLD MYSELF IN BIRD SONG.
WITH HEAD NESTLED UPON ARMS UPTURNED, A WARM SUMMERS SUN CARESSING MY FACE;
A GENTLE BREEZE WOULD PLAY WITH MY FAIR TUSSLED HAIR, BRINGING WITH IT TO MY EARS
THE SOUNDS OF SUMMER.
I HEAR YOU BUMBLING BEE, DON'T YOU KNOW THAT YOU CANNOT FLY, MAN HAD DECREED IT SO,
AND YET YOU DEFY MAN AND HIS WISDOM AS YOU DRONE FROM FLOWER TO FLOWER DOING THE IMPOSSIBLE.
AND YOU; LARK OF THE SKY, WHO'S SUMMER SONG CONSTANTLY ENRICHES MY VERY SOUL.
YOU USE EVERY NOTE AS STEPS, LIKE THE RUNGS OF JACOB'S LADDER, TO REACH THE VERY THOWN OF GOD
HIMSELF. WITH SHADED EYES DO I WATCH YOUR ASCENT UNTIL ONLY YOUR VOICE BETRAYS YOUR PRESENCE.
LITTLE MOUSE OF THE FIELD, DO YOU THINK THAT I CANNOT HEAR YOU AS YOU SCRURRY HITHER AND THITHER
ALONG FAMILIAR PATHS? EVEN IN MY YOUTH HAVE I LEARNED PATIENCE FROM THOSE WHO SEEK YOU OUT, THE
GRASS SNAKE AND THE ADDER, WHO'S DIAMONDS ARE MORE PRECIOUS TO MY SIGHT THAT ANY BEAUTIFUL
ADORNED FINGER. BE CAREFUL LITTLE BROTHER , OR YOUR BOLDNESS WILL BE YOUR DOWNFALL.
I HEAR YOU TOO, FLIRTACIOUS BUTTERFLY. I HEAR YOU AS I HEAR THE SUN ON RIPENING CORN, I HEAR YOU AS I HEAR THE MOONBEAMS ON DARK WATERS. YOU LIGHT AND AIRY THING, WHO'S ERRATIC FLIGHT ELUDES MAN WITH NET AND PIN. YOU KISS EACH FLOWER FLEETINGLY BEFORE SEEKING ANOTHER TO TEMPT WITH YOUR FLIRTATIOUS FLIGHT.
YOUR LIFE LASTS BUT A FLEETING MOMENT OF TIME, BUT EVEN IN DEATH YOUR FLIRT, AS YOU CAPTURE THE HEART OF A FAIR HARIED BOY, WHO HOLDS YOU IN CUPPED HANDS WILLING A DEPATED LIFE TO RETURN.
I HEAR YOU BABBLING BROOK, AS YOU MERRILY PLAY WITH PAPER BOAT, CATCHING AND RELEASING AND CATCHING AGAIN, TAKING IT FURTHER AND FURTHER ON TO A DESTINATION THAT CAN ONLY LEAD TO A WATERY GRAVE, WHILE UPSTREAM A CHILD CRY'S.
