June      

The sun is rich,
   And gladly pays
In golden hours,
   Silver days,

And long green weeks
  That never end.
School's out. The time
  Is ours to spend.

The playground calls,
  The ice-cream man,
And, after supper,
  Kick-the-can.

The live-long light
  Is like a dream,
And freckles come
  LIke flies to cream.
 
 

John Updike