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
- Галина Гампер – Забываю я все
- Федор Сваровский – Путешественники во времени 7
- Sonnet Vii
- Федор Сологуб – Сладко мечтается мне
- To My Lord Fairfax poem – John Milton poems
- Как заработать на сочинении собственных стихов: варианты заработка денег стихотворениями – Poetry Monster
- Владимир Маяковский – Нечеловеческой силы требовала война… (Главполитпросвет №285)
- Eclogue V by Virgil
- Robert Burns: Will Ye Go To The Indies, My Mary?:
- On Hearing The Bag-Pipe And Seeing “The Stranger” Played At Inverary poem – John Keats poems
- On Returning To England poem – Alfred Austin
- Lately our poets by Walter Savage Landor
- You Ask Me, Why, Tho’ Ill at Ease poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Green Fields by W. S. Merwin
- Epistle from Mr. Somerville, An by William Somervile
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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).
