Frontier Humor in Verse, Prose and Picture

by Palmer Cox

JUNE

Oh June! thou comest once again

With bales of hay and sheaves of grain,

That make the farmer’s heart rejoice,

And anxious herds lift up their voice.

I hear thy promise, sunny maid,

Sound in the reapers’ ringing blade,

And in the laden harvest wain,

That rumbles through the stubble plain.