It's that day marking summer magic, the time of enjoying the outdoors, when it's not scorching hot. Of relaxing on a back porch. Kids playing in the yard. Pick up games, camps, and camping. Of travel. Of barbecues and cookouts. Of pools and lakes, rivers and streams.
While I will be indoors most of today, I thought I would celebrate with an appropriate poem.
Hope you get to enjoy the day!
Shine on, O moon of summer.
Shine to the leaves of grass, catalpa and oak,
All silver under your rain to-night.
An Italian boy is sending songs to you to-night from an accordion.
A Polish boy is out with his best girl; they marry next month;
to-night they are throwing you kisses.
An old man next door is dreaming over a sheen that sits in a
cherry tree in his back yard.
The clocks say I must go—I stay here sitting on the back porch
white thoughts you rain down.
Shine on, O moon,
Shake out more and more silver changes.
Back Yard, Carl Sandburg, The Chicago Poems, 1916