A Kansas June.
In the merry month of June,
With the wildflowers all a blooming,
And the humming birds in tune.
Tis then I love to ramble
Through the fields and woodland green,
Or sit and listen to the music
Of some swiftly-flowing stream.
'Tis then my thoughts turn backward
To the days of long ago__
To those sunny hours of childhood,
And the friends I used to know.
There may be better climates,
And fields of more fertile loom,
But give me dear old Kansas
In the merry month of June.
Poets and Poetry of Kansas
Edited by Thomas W. Herringshaw
(Chicago: American Publishers' Association. 1894)