The Orchard By The Barn Poem by Robert Kirkland Kernighan

There 's a welcome perfumed blizzard blowing softly up

the lane,

And the cherry trees are snowing in a January way ;
The bees are all abuzzin in a jubilantic strain,

And the bluebirds in the maples each has something
sweet to say.

There's an old horse grazing gravely underneath the

apple trees :

There 's a pet lamb looking cutely through the fence
A little girl is feeding him with biscuit, if you please
I fancy that that pet lamb will be raised at some ex-
pense !

There 's a group of modest lilacs drooping down their

scented plumes ;
There 's a blackbird in an apple tree with voice like any

fife;
The air is bright with sunshine and is thick with rare

perfumes
Who lives beside that orchard must lead a happy life.

But he does n't, for he 's grumbling cuz there 's spavins

on the colt ;
He 's raising cane with some one cuz the hens are in

the oats ;
While he 's hoofing past the orchard, with a shuffle and a

jolt,

The lilac ladies curtsy and the song birds swell their
throats.