The Fieldmouse Poem by Cecil Frances Alexander
The Fieldmouse
Where the acorn tumbles down,
Where the ash tree sheds its berry,
With your fur so soft and brown,
With your eye so round and merry,
Scarcely moving the long grass,
Fieldmouse, I can see you pass.
Little thing, in what dark den,
Lie you all the winter sleeping?
Till warm weather comes again,
Then once more I see you peeping
Round about the tall tree roots,
Nibbling at their fallen fruits.
Fieldmouse, fieldmouse, do not go,
Where the farmer stacks his treasure,
Find the nut that falls below,
Eat the acorn at your pleasure,
But you must not steal the grain
He has stacked with so much pain.
Make your hole where mosses spring,
Underneath the tall oak's shadow,
Pretty, quiet harmless thing,
Play about the sunny meadow.
Keep away from corn and house,
None will harm you, little mouse.
Behind every word, painted the kind heart of a woman. Love it.
Round about the tall tree roots; with the muse of nature. Nice work.
Hmmmm. Never heard of a woman named Cecil before. Of course, many tell me they've never heard of a man named Kim, either. The rhythm here is very nice. This could actually be made into a song, I think.
Beautiful lines, easy rhythm, such masterful construction of literary sound devices.
So beautiful! Balancing compassion with farmer's concern! This delicate balance we all have to walk through.
What a sympathy toward a little creature that is also a product of Nature, She is a sacred teacher and for the whole world, a kind teacher!
Simplicity and creativity in poetic her poetic activity has made her a celebrity among humanity!
A poetry Goddess I strongly guess, With fine poems she could bless, What a remarkable genius? Was she blessed by Jesus!
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10/12/2024 3:00:08 PM # 1.0.0
Wow wow, this is a very nice poem. I like it!