Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TREE BUDS, by KATE LOUISE BROWN First Line: Rock-a-by, baby Last Line: We love you. Good-bye. Subject(s): Trees | ||||||||
Rock-a-by, baby, Up in a tree, Rock-a-by, baby, What can we see? Little brown cradles? Yes, that is all; Little brown cradles Never will fall. Where are the babies? Oh! they are there, Tucked in their blankets Away from the air. Dear little nurslings, Quiet all day, In their green nightgowns Folded away. North wind is piping Loud lullaby; He couldn't soften His voice, did he try. Sleep till the springtime Brightens the sky. Little leaf babies. We love you. Good-bye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PROBLEM OF DESCRIBING TREES by ROBERT HASS THE GREEN CHRIST by ANDREW HUDGINS MIDNIGHT EDEN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN REFLECTION OF THE WOOD by LEONIE ADAMS THE LIFE OF TREES by DORIANNE LAUX THE LITTLE PLANT by KATE LOUISE BROWN |
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