Our younger son's wife, Holly, and I sing a boastful tune,
For you see, we are both proud to have been born in June.
What possible month could there better be to have a birthday,
Even though we realize neither we nor anyone else has a say.
But to be born in June, when school is out, the weather warm,
There's camping and swimming, to the beaches people swarm.
The ice cream is cold and the sunshine hot,
The days are the longest--the nights almost not.
You might think this thinking isolated-I assure you it's not,
One person in twelve have June birthdays-this month which is hot.
By contrast, my four sisters have a December birthday,
It's so cold, they were hesitant to go out to play.
But June, the days are so long your endurance is put to the test,
It'll be 16 hours from sunup till the sun's rays are given a rest.
With all that time you can find many things to do,
You can exercise, plan, work, go to work in the garden too.
I hope you are proud of your month of birth,
Write me and let me know some reasons for your mirth.
Writing is easy when your heart is jolly,
Remember the people this month as happy and me and Holly.
Dave Hale 6/18/12 Ottawa, Ks (Written just 3 days before my 65th birthday--Holly was to have been born also on the 21st, but
her folks chose the deluxe package for their first born-which took 8 more days to complete)
Dave likes to put together words to make poems. Sometimes the rhythms are great and sometimes they are a stretch. Either way they will make you think, make you laugh, make you wonder what's going on with Dave. :)