It Is Summer
It is summer.
Let us go walking.
The sky is pale,
There is dust on the leaves.
It is summer.
I am tired of talking —
How golden the fields
With their stacks of sheaves!
The horse bends its head
Crowned with midges.
The farmer whistles between his teeth.
It is summer. I am tired of bridges
And all the water that flows beneath.
Let us go walking.
The sky is pale,
There is dust on the leaves.
It is summer.
I am tired of talking —
How golden the fields
With their stacks of sheaves!
The horse bends its head
Crowned with midges.
The farmer whistles between his teeth.
It is summer. I am tired of bridges
And all the water that flows beneath.
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