Gateway to the Classics: The Way of the Gate by Carolyn Sherwin Bailey
 
The Way of the Gate by  Carolyn Sherwin Bailey

Spring

The alder by the river

Shakes out her powdery curls;

The willow buds in silver

For little boys and girls.


The little birds fly over,

And, oh, how sweetly sing!

To tell the happy children

That once again 'tis spring.


The gay green grass comes creeping

So soft beneath their feet;

The frogs begin to ripple

A music clear and sweet.


And buttercups are coming,

And scarlet columbine;

And in the sunny meadows

The dandelions shine.


And just as many daisies

As their soft hands can hold

The little ones may gather,

All fair in white and gold.


Here blows the warm red clover,

There peeps the violet blue;

O happy little children,

God made them all for you

CELIA THAXTER.


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