In the morning, very early,
That's the time I love to go
Barefoot where the fern grows curly
And grass is cool between each toe,
On a summer morning-O!
On a summer morning!
...
Something told the wild geese
It was time to go.
Though the fields lay golden
Something whispered,-'Snow.'
...
If once you have slept on an island
You'll never be quite the same;
You may look as you looked the day before
And go by the same old name,
...
This is the key to the playhouse
In the woods by the pebbly shore,
It's winter now, I wonder if
There's snow about the door?
...
Barefoot Days
In the morning, very early,
That's the time I love to go
Barefoot where the fern grows curly
And grass is cool between each toe,
On a summer morning-O!
On a summer morning!
That is when the birds go by
Up the sunny slopes of air,
And each rose has a butterfly
Or a golden bee to wear;
And I am glad in every toe
Such a summer morning-O!
Such a summer morning!
I like your poems they are remarkably written and very good literary work. I posted some comments but they won't appear so I am posting it here. For Something Told the Geese Yes time to fly even when the leaves are still green. Very vivid and truly engaging poem -loved the arrangement and the last words that rhymed well in each stanza. Excellent! 10++++++
I like your poems they are remarkably written and very good literary work. I posted some comments but they won't appear so I am posting it here. For Something Told the Geese Yes time to fly even when the leaves are still green. Very vivid and truly engaging poem -loved the arrangement and the last words that rhymed well in each stanza. Excellent! 10++++++