on a summer afternoon
i take my little allen
far to a field near the forest
of some cheerful cherry trees
where he could jump wildly
on ever-naked soil
finger the freshness of fruit
and smell the scarlet of nature
letting the wanton wind
blow hard and straight
through his limbs and senses
long numbed in the city pen
by the heavy grey of cement
it is really fun, dad
and the cherries are so delicious
yes, but the trees are hard to grow, son
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Exeat by Stevie Smith
- The Dark Cavalier by Margaret Widdemer
- How To Use Vellum For Your Card Making Ideas
- Gleaners Of Fame poem – Alfred Austin
- Time by Vladimir Marku
- Владимир Костров – Я стою, как дерево в лесу
- St. Andrew’s Bay poem – Andrew Lang poems
- As Once The Winged Energy Of Delight by Rainer Maria Rilke
- A Poem Upon The Death Of O.C. poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- There was a Child went Forth. by Walt Whitman
- Andrew Jones by William Wordsworth
- Кондратий Рылеев – О милый друг, как внятен голос твой
- How Does Writing Improves Your Mental Health?
- Такахама Кёси – Драчливые петухи
- TRANSPARENCY by Satish Verma
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
