Firefly and cricket Have set up their wireless In the fields, and tireless They flash and click-click it. What are they saying? The long day is over; @3The dew's on the clover: It's time to stop playing@1. There's more. They are spelling Which way the wind's blowing, How fast things are growing, How good they are smelling. Oh! I wish I could utter Half that they're sending And receiving, blending Their spark and their sputter. Sometimes you feel creepy To think they are talking With things that go walking When people grow sleepy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO PROMENADES SENTIMENTALES: 1. RAIN by EDITH SITWELL SONG TO THE MEN OF ENGLAND by THOMAS CAMPBELL THE ODYSSEY: THE GARDENS OF ALCINOUS by HOMER THE BANISHED LOVER by ABD AL-RAHMAN AL-MUSTAZHIR FRIAR JEROME'S BEAUTIFUL BOOK; A.D. 1200 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE POET'S SPEAR by ARCHILOCHUS ON THE DEATH OF MR. JAMES VALENTINE by JAMES HAY BEATTIE BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 1. THE SECOND SONG by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |