Our Native Tongue Poem by Kristjan Niels Julius Jonsson
Our Native Tongue
Though our fore-fathers' language us dowers
With lyre-tones, singing-birds' calls,
And the sounds that abide in fell-bowers,'
And rhythms of seas and of falls,
Still I deem that their English is sweeter,
More pleasing and charming — note why:
In the range of our tongue did you meet e'er
A word that could signify 'pie'?
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: birds,english,fathers
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