THE time in school is twice as long Because I hear that bluebird's song. He sits right out there on a tree, And doesn't have to work, like me. He's better dressed than I am, too. His clean new suit is shiny blue, The big tie in the front is red. There's nothing on his feet, or head! I wish I felt as good as he, Singing and swinging on a tree! I should, if I were climbing there With that wind blowing through my hair! Why can't grown people do the sums And write big words that cramp our thumbs And let us go out-doors and play On every single sunny day? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ORANGE PICKER by DAVID IGNATOW A VALENTINE TO SHERWOOD ANDERSON by GERTRUDE STEIN THE FLOATING MORMON by KAREN SWENSON TO JOHN KEATS, POET, AT SPRING TIME by COUNTEE CULLEN PRISONED IN WINDSOR, HE RECOUNTETH HIS PLEASURE THERE PASSED by HENRY HOWARD THE SIGN OF THE CROSS by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN HOME, SWEET HOME, FR. CLARI, THE MAID OF MILAN by JOHN HOWARD PAYNE |