Clouds
It's fun to see the clouds go by
When the wind is low.
Like fat and mournful sheep they pass,
Bumpy and woolly and slow.
It's fun to see them change to lambs
When the wind is high,
And trot across the sky's blue grass,
Hurrying to get by.
Small sheep racing across the sun,
Large sheep, fat and slow,
And the shepherd wind that drives
them on--
I wonder where they go?
-by Marchette Gaylord Chute
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!
-by Rachel Field
Timid as a Mouse
Who says a mouse is timid?
“Timid as a mouse.”
I think a mouse is brave at night
To venture from his house
And hunt for things to nibble
And grass and twigs to chew,
When eyes are on the watch for him
The whole night through...
Eyes of owls and cats and skunks,
To mention just a few,
Watching for a little mouse
The whole night through.
-by Aileen Fisher
Morning
Will there really be a morning?
Is there such a thing as day?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?
Has it feet like water-lilies?
Has it feathers like a bird?
Is it brought from famous countries
Of which I have never heard?
Oh, some scholar! Oh, some sailor!
Oh, some wise man from the skies!
Please to tell a little pilgrim
Where the place called morning lies.
--Emily Dickinson
