Dear Grandpapa, To be obedient, I'll try and write a letter; Which (as I hope you'll deem expedient) Must serve for lack of better. My muse of late was not prolific, And sometimes I must feel To make a verse a task terrific Rather of woe than weal. As I have met with no adventure Of wonder and refulgence, I must write plain things at a venture And trust to your indulgence. The apple-tree is showing Its blossom of bright red With a soft colour glowing Upon its leafy bed. The pear-tree's pure white blossom Like stainless snow is seen; And all earth's genial bosom Is clothed with varied green. The fragrant may is blooming, The yellow cowslip blows; Among its leaves entombing Peeps forth the pale primrose. The kingcup flowers and daisies Are opening hard by; And many another raises Its head, to please and die. I love the gay wild flowers Waving in fresh spring air; Give me uncultured bowers Before the bright parterre! And now my letter is concluded, To do well I have striven; And though news is well-nigh excluded, I hope to be forgiven. With love to all the beautiful, And those who cannot slaughter, I sign myself, your dutiful, Affectionate Granddaughter. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STORIES ARE MADE OF MISTAKES by JAMES GALVIN OCTAVES: 7 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON PRO PATRIA MORI by THOMAS MOORE WOO NOT THE WORLD by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II IF I AM SITTING CLOSE TO YOU by JESSIE DOWNS BELKNAP |