Not real still stillness---just the trees'
Low whisperings or the croon of bees;
The drowsy tinkling of the rill,
Or twilight song of whippoorwill.
'Twould be a joy could I behold
The dappled fields of green and gold,
Or in the cool, sweet clover lie
And watch the cloud-ships drifting by.
I'd like to find some quaint old boat,
And fold its oars, and with it float
Along the lazy, limpid stream
Where water-lilies drowse and dream.
Sometimes it seems to me I must
Just quit the city's din and dust,
For fields of green and skies of blue;
And, say! how does it seem to you?
by Nixon Waterman
"Kiss From a Rose" by Seal, from the Album: "Seal"
"Summer Rose Saga" by Gail Lemnah Barnett
"A Bird Came Down the Walk" by Emily Dickinson
"The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost
"The Path That Leads to Nowhere" by Corinne Roosevelt Robinson
"The Firefly" by Jane Stuart
"Plant a Tree" by Lucy Larcom
"The Daffodils" by William Wordsworth
"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost
"Wintering Rosarians" by Gail Lemnah Barnett
"'Tis the Last Rose of Summer" by Thomas Moore
"Autumn Chant" by Edna St. Vincent Millay
"The Fish" by Elizabeth Bishop
"Departmental" by Robert Frost
"City Flies" by Alan Van Dine
"My Neighbor's Roses" by A.L. Gruber