Summer Calls

I meant to do my work today

But a brown bird sang in the apple tree,

And a butterfly flitted across the field,

And all the leaves were calling me.

And the wind went sighing over the land,

Tossing the grasses to and fro,

And a rainbow held out its shining hand…

So what could I do but laugh and go?

-Richard le Gallienne-

TC says

July 28, 2009 at 5:24 pm

Lovely poem. And I went too, not much laughing though, weeding is a chore I don’t get much out of. ;~P
Ilona says

July 28, 2009 at 11:45 pm

🙂 It fit the day, but I am now hard at work weeding my garden, too! Then, as soon as I take a break from this hard work I will be blogging more earnestly again….

all in a days work I guess you might say