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Summer!

O Summer!
The soft brush of an Impressionist.
Those tints of gold and red!
A splash of color- VIBGYOR-
With a foliage to embed!
Thou sight a pretty robin,
Musing on the tan,
A rub of green on canvas,
Her picture-perfect fan!

Four blobs of pink at horizon,
A scorching day at Farm!
Mamma wipes her forehead,
Says Pa, "Work's no harm!"
Raking up the pig-sty,
A roll-call for the hay!
Dancing, prancing, laughing, waltzing,
The glee of summer's day!

Thrushes line my chimney,
Stockings are of yore!
Chirping like my clock-chime,
An adieu to the snow!
Frostless are the windows,
Chore-less is the hearth,
This morn is fresh, you cannot thresh,
Blossoms line the Earth!

I wave to all the pansies,
To school-girls in their frenzies!
To hummingbird-whistles,
To box-hedge tickles!
To tomato-splutters,
To barren gutters!
And I chance our Nosey-Parker,
His nose was never starker,
Than in Summer!
O Summer!

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