Robert Kirkland Kernighan

(25 April 1854 – 3 November 1926 / Ontario)

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

The air is bright with sunshine and is thick with rare

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


The lilac ladies curtsy and the song birds swell their

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 14, 2012

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