When Autumn's fruit is packed and stored, And barns are full of corn and grain; When leaves come tumbling down to earth, Shot down by wind or drops of rain: Then up the road we'll whistling go, And, with a heart that's merry, We'll rob the squirrel of a nut, Or chaffinch of a berry. When Winter's bare and cold for all, Save lovers with their spawny eyes, And, like a horse that fleas annoy, We stamp, to make our spirits rise: Then out of doors we'll whistling go, And, with a heart that's merry, We'll feed -- while richer squirrels sleep -- The birds that have no berry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PIONEERS! O PIONEERS! by WALT WHITMAN ANCESTRESS by MARGUERITE JANVRIN ADAMS SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 7. THEY MEET AGAIN by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS CHRISTMAS EPITHALAMIUM by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. SUNRISE AND SUNSET: 1. SUNRISE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) STANZAS TO M.P. by BERNARD BARTON THE SHADOWED ROAD by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |