I’ve got the children to tend
The clothes to mend
The floor to mop
The food to shop
Then the chicken to fry
The baby to dry
I got company to feed
The garden to weed
I’ve got shirts to press
The tots to dress
The can to be cut
I gotta clean up this hut
Then see about the sick
And the cotton to pick.
Shine on me, sunshine
Rain on me, rain
Fall softly, dewdrops
And cool my brow again.
Storm, blow me from here
With your fiercest wind
Let me float across the sky
‘Til I can rest again.
Fall gently, snowflakes
Cover me with white
Cold icy kisses and
Let me rest tonight.
Sun, rain, curving sky
Mountain, oceans, leaf and stone
Star shine, moon glow
You’re all that I can call my own.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Becalmed and Bewildered by Thomas J Camp
- mark.html
- Олег Сердобольский – Перемена
- Olney Hymn 31: On The Death Of A Minister by William Cowper
- Vespers poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- King Arthur’s Men Have Come Again by Vachel Lindsay
- Upon A House Shaken By The Land Agitation by William Butler Yeats
- Creativity in America and How Italians Can Learn From American Ingenuity
- Владимир Луговской – Повелитель бумаги
- Николай Огарев – Тебе я счастья не давал довольно
- Аля Кудряшева – Двадцать перышек за плечами
- Italian Music in Dakota. by Walt Whitman
- Walking The Marshland by Stephen Dunn
- Ambrosia by Sonya Ki Tomlinson
- Владимир Маяковский – Вот за то, что я пою… (Главполитпросвет №153)
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).
