A Boy's Summer Song

'Tis fine to play
In the fragrant hay,
And romp on the golden load;
To ride old Jack
To the barn and back,
Or tramp by a shady road.
To pause and drink,
At a mossy brink;
Ah, that is the best of joy,
And so I say
On a summer's day,
What's so fine as being a boy? Ha, Ha!
With line and hook
By a babbling brook,
The fisherman's sport we ply;
And list the song
Of the feathered throng
That flit in the branches nigh.
At last we strip
For a quiet dip;
Ah, that is the best of joy.
For this I say
On a summer's day,
What's so fine as being a boy? Ha, Ha!

by Paul Laurence Dunbar

Comments (4)

I don’t like it
It could have been a poem about me if its title were changed to A Girl's Summer Song and if there were no skinny dipping. I enjoyed its light and laughter sparkling in every line
For a quiet dip; Ah, that is the best of joy. For this I say On a summer's day, What's so fine as being a boy? Ha, Ha! this is owesome
An idyllic world captured forever so succinctly. This is my first time with this poet and I shall be looking for more of his work.