July By The Mountains

I can visualize the sweet scent of hay
Under a blue sunny sky with just a few clouds of gray
A gentle freshening breeze on a nice summer's day
In july by the mountains from here far away
The little brown troutlets their spotted skins agleam
Laze in the sunshine in the pool bed of the stream
And skylark a musical speck in the sky
The small brown dwelling ground bird to sing has to fly
White butterflies dancing in the freshening breeze
And young birds are chirping on the sunlit bushes and trees
A poet of such natural beauty would write
A poem for lovers of poetry to read and recite
'Tis not hard to visualize despite what some might say
July by the mountains from here far away.