June heat comes to Oklahoma;
The pasture grass is high
Waving spears of seed heads
Kissed by flocks of butterflies.
Sun blinding bright, overhead,
Copper's hawk soars—wings outspread
In sky a baby boy blanket blue.
Clouds like dumplings in a stew.
Tractors cut and rake and roll
Uncovering more green grass to grow
How the cows must view this spread
Dried grass of summer, their winter's bread.