CIII: The Seven Days of July: vii, and CV: A game of siblings searching for a song

A Utah boy might look around, 'round now,

for white wings in a pleasant azure sky.

And when they show, he might this call avow:

"Behold! Behold! The seagulls of July!"

Farewell, then, thus, July! The call decrees.

These gulls, tomorrow's vanguards, bid thee go.

Take all your parties with you in this breeze,

we make our way away, we've work to sow.

Our holidays will end until the fall--

we turn, in earnest, back to work or school.

Forsaking all the joys you brought us all,

we leave you now to play the weary fool.

At least we have your seagulls though, July,

to feast on all our locusts by and by.

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Another night beside my siblings dear,

all seated on the couches in a round.

Our game is one that brings us ample cheer,

a game where rogues and dragons may abound.

My brother is a ranger with a bow,

with wings to track his hunts astride the skies.

My sister tracks the stars both to and fro,

whose wisdom in the druid’s legend lies.

And more are here, equipped with lore arcane,

they face the many foes I wend their way.

A silly sort of whimsy kind of game,

and still, somehow, it always makes my day.

If I can’t venture with them on this earth,

I’ll venture with them in a world of mirth.