Maying

Oh, to be maying this cool sun-snapped day,

Temperately faultless and fair.

Oh, to be roaming, this rare day in May ~

Oh how I wish you were there.

Oh, to be with you as spring bids its bye

And as summer is saluted, yet still...

Oh, you were with me as often I try

To think of you out on the hill.

I remember you with me, faithful and true,

Oh you, how loyal and sound;

Alert when I whistled and ever I knew

Oh you, a prince of a hound.

Oh, to be maying as memories awaken ~

But do I feel rain in the sky?

Not so, this May day, I must be mistaken;

Oh, 'tis the tear in my eye.

                                     ASJ