Rebecca's PenThe creative works of R.E.W.

About R.E.W

I am author, artist, history buff, wishing to share these three passions of mine with anyone who cares to read this blog. The main drive between these three deep interests of mine is imagination.

History isn't just people and events in a dusty book. Writing isn't just words in a tome. Art isn't just random images in a photograph, sketch or painting. I'll give you examples of what they really are.

June

June Landscape

My mother month, my days of sweetness, of blossoming summer and life

‘Tis the month of beginning—my beginning.  Leads me like the pied piper’s fife

Into the years to come.   June is the month of ecstasy.  No denying it.

June is the month of lilies, the fragrance foliage emits,

Is June’s odor.

June precedes liberty, precedes the intensity of heat, the sparks of July and the wildness of autumn.

When June adjourns there adjourns freshness.

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2 Responses to The sixth month

  1. Kalihaliah says:

    wow, Reb. that’s great(:

  2. Megan says:

    Yes, that is really neat!

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