“This is for June, and all the summers it brings
For the chiming of the church bells…that sing
In songs of matrimony o’er top hats and lace
‘Fore June passes torch, to July’s scarlet face
And the trees in full jacket, leaves forest green
The last pink of magnolia, can still yet be seen
There’s a breeze in the air, that carries a scent
Sweet rose and honeysuckle, in efflorescence
Nights still cast a chill, but June has its motives
An evening gift for all those amorously devoted
To feel the magic of love whilst under the moon
Makes one thankful, there be the month of June.”
– Frank James Ryan