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
- The Scholars by William Butler Yeats
- Владимир Высоцкий – Старательская
- Оливер Голдсмит – Эпитафия Неду Пардону
- Home Burial by Robert Frost
- Алексей Николаевич Толстой – Осеннее золото
- The Last Department by Rudyard Kipling
- A Petition poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Disappointment by Tony Hoagland
- Topiary poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- England! The Time Is Come When Thou Should’st Wean by William Wordsworth
- Bantams In Pine-Woods by Wallace Stevens
- In Praise Of England poem – Alfred Austin
- In Poetry by Rifat Ilgaz
- The Shadow of Crows by Ndue Ukaj
- From Far, From Eve and Morning poem – A. E. Housman
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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).
