Poem for June

Bumble Bee June Poem William Henry Davies

A week ago I had a fire
To warm my feet, my hands and face;
Cold winds, that never make a friend,
Crept in and out of every place.

Today the fields are rich in grass,
And buttercups in thousands grow;
I’ll show the world where I have been–
With gold-dust seen on either shoe.
Till to my garden back I come,
Where bumble-bees for hours and hours
Sit on their soft, fat, velvet bums,
To wriggle out of hollow flowers.

William Henry Davies

William Henry Davies (1871 – 1940)
Welsh poet and write

(1871 – 1940)
Welsh poet and writer.
He spent much of his life as a tramp or hobo, in the United Kingdom and the United States, but still became one of the most popular poets of his time.
His main themes are observations about life’s hardships, the ways the human condition is reflected in nature, his tramping adventures, and the characters he met.

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