All in June
(William Henry Davies)
A week ago I had a fire
To warm my feet, my hands and face;
Cold winds, that never make a friend,
Crept in and out of every place.
Today the fields are rich in grass,
And buttercups in thousands grow;
I'll show the world where I have been--
With gold-dust seen on either shoe.
Till to my garden back I come,
Where bumble-bees for hours and hours
Sit on their soft, fat, velvet bums,
To wriggle out of hollow flowers.
W. H. Davies was born in 1871, in Newport in what was then Monmouthshire and is now Gwent. Despite living a significant part of his life without a home, W H Davies was one of the most popular poets of his time. The above charming poem is about a man who escapes the pressures of his life by relaxing in his garden. It is simple and beautiful, and I hope it makes your day.
Have a beautiful Tuesday.
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1 comments:
Nice poem, neva heard of the guy tho
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