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
- Icicles round a Tree in Dumfriesshire by Ruth Padel
- To Vernon Lee poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Love Sonnet XXVIII poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Владимир Корнилов – Белые слоны
- A Dream, After Reading Dante’s Episode Of Paolo And Francesca poem – John Keats poems
- Ок Мельникова – Если есть от кого ждать писем
- Владимир Высоцкий – Вратарь (Льву Яшину)
- Владимир Набоков – В полнолунье, в гостиной пыльной и пышной
- Hospital Barge At Cerisy by Wilfred Owen
- The Fascination Of What’s Difficult by William Butler Yeats
- Mother
- A Wall Flower poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Scented Herbage of My Breast. by Walt Whitman
- The Licorice Fields at Pontefract poem – John Betjeman poems
- An Immorality poem – Ezra Pound poems
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).
