William Henry Davies

(3 July 1871 – 26 September 1940 / Monmouthshire / Wales)

All In June - Poem by William Henry Davies

A week ago I had a fire
To warm my feet, my hands and face;
Cold winds, that never make a friend,
Crept in and out of every place.

Today the fields are rich in grass,
And buttercups in thousands grow;
I'll show the world where I have been--
With gold-dust seen on either shoe.

Till to my garden back I come,
Where bumble-bees for hours and hours
Sit on their soft, fat, velvet bums,
To wriggle out of hollow flowers.


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  • Kirti (5/16/2019 12:35:00 AM)

    I 😍 this poem as I am born in june (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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