The Night Will Never Stay – July 27th

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The Night Will Never Stay by Eleanor Farjeon

The night will never stay,
The night will still go by,
Though with a million stars
You pin it to the sky;
Though you bind it with the blowing wind
And buckle it with the moon,
The night will slip away
Like sorrow or a tune.

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Lily Garden – July 24th

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I love Lillies, they are my favorite flower. I so enjoy going to the Lily Garden and just sitting in the gazebo they have and sit in the atmosphere of it all. I have loved Lillies since I was a child. I can remember every Easter my Grandma would have these beautiful lily plants in her house. I can remember how much she just enjoyed them. And I can remember the sweet smell. I imagine I enjoy them so much because they remind me of her. So for me, every time I sit in that garden it makes me smile and remember good memories of childhood. May you be blessed with good memories today.

Have a blessed day!
Heather

Barefoot Days – July 5th

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Barefoot Days by Rachel Field

In the morning, very early,
That’s the time I love to go
Barefoot where the fern grows curly
And the grass is cool between each toe,
On a summer morning – O!
On a summer morning!

That is when the birds go by
Up the sunny slopes of air,
And each rose has a butterfly
Or a golden bee to wear;
And I am glad in every toe-
Such a summer morning-O!
Such a summer morning!

July : The Succession of the Four Sweet Months – July 1st

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July : The Succession of the Four Sweet Months by Robert Herrick

First, April, she with mellow showers
Opens the way for early flowers;
Then after her comes smiling May,
In a more rich and sweet array;
Next enters June, and brings us more
Gems than those two, that went before:
Then, lastly, July comes, and she
More wealth brings in than all those three.

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We Who Were Born – June 21st

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We Who Were Born from Wales
by Eiluned Lewis

We who were born
In country places
Far from cities
And shifting faces,
We have a birthright
No man can sell,
And a secret joy
No man can tell.

For we are kindred
To lordly things:
The wild duck’s flight
And the white owl’s wings,
The pike and the salmon,
The bull and the horse,
The curlew’s cry
And the smell of gorse.

Pride of trees,
Swiftness of streams,
Magic of frost
Have shaped our dreams.
No baser vision
Their spirit fills
Who walk by right
On the naked hills.