The Sun Has Come Out To Play Poem by robert dickerson

The sun has come out to play-ole!
after long darkness wrapped us in its spell
even a blind man could tell
so powerful its penetrating ray
drummed upon his naked back and chest
now we can revel. Now we can rest.
Now we can see it skipping like a stone
over the basin, lightening the strings
of harps upright and strumming zithers prone-
rays and photons, packages of light-
drums of the sun beat loud and sound outright;
and in the sun the tuneful warbler sings
and plays at waters edge, the tide dissolved
of danger, by the doughty sun absolved