A poem my Grandmother used to recite to her children. It has become a tradition in my family to recite lines to my mother, on this day--in memory of the legacy of love and education that my Grandmother left behind. We miss you Grandma Althea!
Just put the books and slates away;
This is the sunny First of June,
And we will go this afternoon
Over the hills and far away.
Hurrah! we'll have a holiday,
And through the wood and up the glade We'll go,
In sunshine and in shade,
Over the hills and far away.
The wild rose blooms on every spray,
In all the sky is not a cloud,
And merry birds are singing loud,
Over the hills and far away.
Not one of us behind must stay,
But little ones and all shall go,
Where Summer breezes gently blow,
Over the hills and far away.
