Classic Poem

Long and hot days go by,
Fleecy clouds float through the sky;
And anon a gentle breeze
Softly sighs among the trees,
In July.

Corn is tasseled and " laid by; "
Daisies blossoming waist high;
Haying time is almost past;
Berries ripen thick and fast,
In July.

And merry birdies soar and fly
Filling the air with melody;
Poppies are aflame with red
In the flower-garden bed,