June-July

I test the primer and the engine-gasoline,
The Navigator on rural shop is configured,
The cow by the road stands in all its glory,
Tail chasing midges in the middle lane.

July is just around the corner pond,
I hope navigators never lie.;
And summer takes me in her arms,
Beautifully pausing in the pages of instagram.

And need to not forget me, that soon turn,
And many in this life still will happen,
That in two weeks the water lilies will bloom...
And after three hundred meters over the route.