July.
To this day some farmers pray,
“Not a wet St Swithin's day,
menacing clouds blow away,
raise our spirits relieve dismay”
St Johns wort a July bloom,
Marking John the baptist doom,
Draped on cattle in centuries past,
Avoiding spells that witches cast.
Evening primrose a lovely sight,
It's best at dusk through night,
At sunrise in repose,
It's yellow petals close.
Late July in marshy ground,
Horseflies will abound,
They can give a nasty bite
and children an awful fright.
Nothings perfect in natures way,
Though occasionally a perfect day,
A rising sun a little breeze,
I'm really not that hard to please.
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