GBMD: July


Loud is the summer's busy song
The smallest breeze can find a tongue,
While insects of each tiny size
Grow teasing with their melodies,
Till noon burns with its blistering breath
Around, and day lies still as death.

John Clare (1793-1864), July

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  1. Oh those summer days do lie still with heat and humidity!

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  2. Lovely picture and verse. Flighty xx

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  3. "Blistering breath" huh? Obviously a better summer than we're currently having...

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  4. Wonderful poem. I do love when day lies still as death; exactly how it is on a hot, hot, hot day. And a really great photo, the blue is stunning.

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  5. Hi everyone - so glad you like the poem and picture :)

    Helen - with hindsight, our summer got a lot better didn't it: ;)

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