The Old Oak Tree

THE MOON

Spring Rain

When Woods Are Green

GRASS

Water

All For You

EARTHLY POEMS AND PHRASES

LEISURE

What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare!

No time to stand beneath the boughs,

And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

W.H. Denies

The trees of the forest,

The flowers on the lea,

The birds on the branches,

The fish of the sea;

The rocks and the mountains,

The rivers that flow,

The rain and the sunshine,

The ice and the snow.

The corn-fields all yellow,

The sky of deep blue:

The sweetness and beauty

Of life are for you.

How beautiful the water is!

To me 'tis wondrous fair —

No heart can ever lonely be

If water sparkle there;

It hath a thousand tongues of mirth.

Of grandeur, of delight,

And every heart is gladder made

When water greets the sight.

E. Oakes SMITH

Do you ever think about grass

on the lawns you pass?

The green of it,

the sheen of it,

the after-raining clean of it

when it sparkles like glass?

Do you know what grass is,

those green spears showing

wherever you're going?

Every blade, to be brief, is a leaf

without a twig, without a bough.

You never thought lawn mowers went around

clipping leaves off the ground, did you, now?

Aiken FISHER

When woods are green and groves are fair,

And leaves are large and long,

It's good to wander through the woods

And hear the small bird's song.

Rain, rain, rain, April rain,

You are feeding seed and grain,

You are raising plants and crops

With your gaily sparkling drops.

In the sun glitter bright,

Patter gently through the night,

Tender buds will burst and grow

With your soft caressing flow.

In the woods violets blue,

Newly blown, will smile at you,

And we boys and girls will run

Through your showers in the sun.

The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;

She shines on thieves on the garden wall,

On streets and fields and harbor quays,

And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.

The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,

The howling dog by the door of the house,

The bat that lies in bed at noon,

All love to be out by the light of the moon.

R. L. Stevenson

Bluebirds singing

Robins swinging

Up in the old oak tree.

Woodpeckers tapping

Crow's wings flapping

Up in the old oak tree.

Thrushes nesting

Swallows resting

Up in the old oak tree.

All birds of the air

Make their homes there,

Up in the old oak tree.

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