By John Clare
Loud is the summer's busy song
The smallest breeze can find a tongue,
While insects of each tiny size
Grow teasing with their melodies,
Till noon burns with its blistering breath
Around, and day lies still as death.
Today is the birthday of the English poet John Clare who was born on this day in 1793. Each year on his birthday, the children of his village make flower posies and then they bring them to his grave where they read poems that have written in his honor.