High June
It’s water in the air with humidity high.
It’s billows of dust from the ground that’s dry.
It’s song of cicadas and whippoorwills.
It’s fireflies that flicker across the hills.
It’s picking the rocks in the open fields
and then planting the corn as you pray for yields.
It’s watching the weather to plan the week.
It’s fixing equipment and tires that leak.
It’s sweet smelling grass getting baked in the sun.
It’s racing the raindrops to get it all done.
It’s tedding and raking and baling the hay
and stacking the mow at the...
It’s billows of dust from the ground that’s dry.
It’s song of cicadas and whippoorwills.
It’s fireflies that flicker across the hills.
It’s picking the rocks in the open fields
and then planting the corn as you pray for yields.
It’s watching the weather to plan the week.
It’s fixing equipment and tires that leak.
It’s sweet smelling grass getting baked in the sun.
It’s racing the raindrops to get it all done.
It’s tedding and raking and baling the hay
and stacking the mow at the...