“I’ll tell you how the leaves came down,”
The great tree to his children said,
“You’re getting sleepy, Yellow and Brown,
Yes, very sleepy, little Red.
It is quite time to go to bed.”
Tag: seasons
A Fall Song
Golden and red trees
Nod to the soft breeze,
As it whispers, “Winter is near;”
Winter Time ?
Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Winter ?
When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail…
Whether the weather ?
Whether the weather be fine,
Or whether the weather be not,
Whether the weather be cold,
Or whether the weather be hot…
Picture-books in Winter ?
Summer; fading, winter comes-
Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs
Window robins, winter rooks,
And the picture story-books.
It’s Raining, It’s Pouring
It’s raining, it’s pouring;
The old man is snoring.
Fall, Leaves, Fall ?
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away
Lengthen Night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
At the Seaside ?
When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like a cup,
In every hole the sea came up,
Till it could come no more.
An Autumn Greeting ?
‘Come’, said the Wind to the Leaves one day.
‘Come over the meadow and we will play.’