A Kansas June - A poem by Bur Conley

A Kansas June.

What, a happy land is Kansas,
   In the merry month of June,
With the wildflowers all a blooming,
   And the humming birds in tune.

Tis then I love to ramble
   Through the fields and woodland green,
Or sit and listen to the music
   Of some swiftly-flowing stream.

'Tis then my thoughts turn backward
   To the days of long ago^__
To those sunny hours of childhood,
   And the friends I used to know.

There may be better climates,
   And fields of more fertile loom,
But give me dear old Kansas
   In the merry month of June.

^__Bur Conley.

Poets and Poetry of Kansas
Edited by Thomas W. Herringshaw
(Chicago: American Publishers' Association. 1894)
Page 154