If all the world were pen and ink
And all the folk were sorrow,
If all the trees were burly breeze
And Wednesdays, come tomorrow,
If all the stars were out of sight
And snow fell softly overnight,
If all we woke to morning white
Who’d lantern light the morrow?
If all the earth were beaten gold
And all the fields were fallow,
If all the bees were try-to-please
And all the mud marshmallow,
If all the children walked away
To never change from day to day
But gambolled in the autumn hay,
Who’d taper light the tallow?
29 November 1972
I love the way your poems flow David, and the words are just great to read. Loved this one enormously. Bit of Edward Lear here I think. Love Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I found nothing here but merit.A 10. GW62