This little girl only born to gather roses. Only born to shake the wild rice loose with her little fingers. Only to collect the sap of young hemlocks in spring. This woman- child was only born to pick strawberries, fill baskets with blueberries, soapberries, elderberries. This little girl was only born to gather wild roses. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 4. REVEILLE by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN SONNET: 151 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ON THE MEDUSA OF LEONARDO DA VINCI IN THE FLORENTINE GALLERY by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE THREE HERMITS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS AN EVENING PRAYER by C. MAUDE BATTERSBY IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: HOW SHALL I BUILD by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |