When I see the sun ashining I'm excited in the spring! I am guessing the color Of the tulips in the ring. Of course there is my rosebush Over there beside the walk; Pause and look, the leaves are Greening all along on every stalk. When I see the wheat awaving Out yonder across the plain, It's a promise for the harvest, And we had a glorious rain! I must get my hoe and shovel From behind the woodshed door, I am dreaming of a garden And of vegetables galore. It seems I get an uplift Just digging in the soil, And so as many another, Who wants reward for toil. No one can beat my harping And growling -- give me room, When I see a bug achewing Of my "taters" in the bloom. When I see the lettuce curling And glowing in the sun, It's a titbit for my breakfast, Oh, how fine with fluffy bun! Of course there are my onions Over there along the path, Beans and carrots and tomatoes It's enough to make you laugh! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IMMORTALITY by EMILY DICKINSON BEREAVED by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY SONNET: 138 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 129 by ALFRED TENNYSON TO THE LADY IN THE CHIMSETTE WITH BLACK BUTTONS by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS CAPTAIN BING by LYMAN FRANK BAUM |