| | When April scatters charms of primrose gold
Among the copper leaves in thickets old,
And singing skylarks from the meadows rise,
To twinkle like black stars in sunny skies;
When I can hear the small woodpecker ring
Time on a tree for all the birds that sing;
And hear the pleasant cuckoo, loud and long --
The simple bird that thinks two notes a song;
When I can hear the woodland brook, that could
Not drown a babe, with all his threatening mood;
Upon these banks the violets make their home,
And let a few small strawberry blossoms come:
When I go forth on such a pleasant day,
One breath outdoors takes all my cares away;
It goes like heavy smoke, when flames take hold
Of wood that's green and fill a grate with gold.
William Henry Davies | |
1 comment:
Mary O,
I love the pictures of spring you have posted! And I especially like this poem. Nothing like a few moments looking at the beauty of nature to calm a frazzled nerve, soothe a harried heart and quiet an overloaded mind. I needed all of that and more today. Thank you for a few moments of idyllic beauty and peace!
Tauna in Tulsa, OK
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