"July is the beginning of the year's prime of life...
The long days roll by on greased axles,
laden with tall grass, new-cut and drying in the sun,
the corn knee-high and ready for hoeing,
potatoes, squashes and pumpkins in bloom,
sweet peas climbing up chicken wire to cover the shed wall
with pink, white, red and lavender,
pond lilies starring every spring-fed pool of water
and filling a washtub under the dooryard tree.
The nights are short and the dark is thin and soft,
a-twinkle with fireflies,
heavy with the heat of the sun
which has scarcely gone down
when the east begins to brighten,
and rich with the smell of fruit and flowers and swamp
and the sea on the other side of the mountain."
Gladys Hasty Carroll