'Twas day one of July, and all 'cross the land
Folks left for time off, to have fun in the sand.
The suburbs were cleared by the car and the van
with hopes of good food and a nice golden tan.
The children slept late and watched movies all day,
While parents did wash and made dates for group play.
The weather was sunny and hotter it got,
And those who stayed home worked on their golf shot.
While out in the country the crops jumped and grew,
Their flowers wide open to catch each morning's dew.
The weeds flourished too and took over free space,
And farmers did battle to try to keep pace.
As baskets were filled and by noon were replete.
Water was slurped and wet sweat dripped down,
Farm trucks were loaded for the trip off to town.
The sun on the breast of the new-planted soil,
Drew birds and small creatures the farmer to foil.
The wind briskly blew and helped cool the air,
As harvesters gathered to prepare for the fair.
The trucks rumbled off leaving tracks in the dust,
The drivers knew next day would be just as robust.
For now they looked forward to market roll call,
And dashed away, dashed away, dashed away all!