June simmers in a haze of its own making
baking like a slow oven, ready for the furnace that is July.
Term ends, the year ends and across Europe,
birds of varied plumage and appearance
some young upstarts, some old stagers,
ready themselves for migration.
Heading north for the summer,
to cooler climes and that which feeds the young:
money. Summer school is calling
and the TEFL birds are flocking home to Blighty
to roost awhile and do their best to feather the nest,
not to excess, just enough for a well earned rest.
A break, a holiday, when September comes
and the swallows of English grammar
head south once more.