Saturday, the first of May
by Peter Burn
Queen of monrhs, supremely fair,
Clothe with garments rich and rare,
None in beauty can compare
With thee, sweet May
Lovely month, thou bringest mirth,
Spreadest sweetness o'er the earth,
Causest Nature to give birth
To fruits and flowers
Thou are love by young and old
Joys for each though dost enfold
Never shall our hearts grow cold
To thee, sweet May
I love May, - it has so many garden delights, and it has brought so many
other delights, that have made life eternally enjoyable,
eternally meaningful!!