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Poetry: “Tiburtius’s Day”

A very old holiday of sorts, all that remains of it now is fascinating old tales and sayings.


Tiburtius’s Day

Formerly first summer’s day
So called in olden times
Yet for a farmer times were hard
Scraping out their stores

The bear awakened and emerged
On this very day
Yet if the weather was most foul
He’d sleep a fortnight more

Though summer season started
Folks hoped for dreary times
For if Tiburtius was warm
The summer would be cold

The old words they yet echo
About this very day
The wood grouse singing in the pine
And pikes trapped in your nets



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