Saturday Poetry Corner: 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!

 

Image courtesy/NightCafe

 

 

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! 

 

"Barefoot Days"
Rachel Field
(1894-1942)
American novelist, poetess,
and children's fiction writer