The Surprise
This morning, plain as plain could be,
A little birdie called to me
"Come out! Come out! Come out and see!"
A butterfly all bright and gay
Went flitting on to show the way,
"Just follow me," it seemed to say.
And all around I heard the bees
Whispering something to the breeze.
I thought they whispered, "Apple trees."
And then I shouted with delight!
Someone had been there in the night
And turned the trees all pink and white!
From Book Trails: For Baby Feet
copyright 1928
Shepard and Lawrence, Inc.
Child Development, Inc.
i grew up in northern virginia, and this poem reminds me of going every spring to see the cherry blossoms around the Jefferson Memorial. they were spectacular!!
ReplyDeletethanks for sharing.
have a nice weekend.
i am jogging.walking the salt lake half marathon!!
marty
Good luck, Marty!
ReplyDeletethanks, susan
ReplyDeletewe finished. it was long and hard.
but we did it!!
have a great weekend with your fellas.
marty
Lovely poems, I am glad I found your blog, really nice one :)
ReplyDeleteMarinela x x
@Marty...congratulations! What an accomplishment!
ReplyDelete@Short Poems...welcome to my little corner of the internet. I'm so glad you're enjoying your stay!