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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE DESERTED GARDEN, by GRACE BROWN PUTNAM Poet's Biography First Line: Where robins walked with mincing steps Last Line: To robins in my face. Subject(s): Birds; Gardens & Gardening; Nature; Robin Hood; Spring | |||
Where robins walked with mincing steps And cocked a knowing head The autumn blooms are withered And the summer flowers are dead. The fruit they stole audaciously Hangs dry on flaccid stem, A tattered fringe of summer On autumn's dusty hem. Their saucy eyes no longer peer In greed and mock affright From thickets where my yellow plums Reflect the golden light. Their little bills, dyed crimson In pilfered strawberry blood, No longer point reproachful words Addressed to "Robin Hood." I walk unchallenged where of late From hedge and leafy bower With chatter shrill, they loud denied My right to fruit or flower. But somehow, I am lonesome; I wish the rascals back, To pillage and to plunder To swagger and to sack! And when the northern springtime Returns with tardy grace She'll read the warmest welcome To robins in my face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING LEMONADE by TONY HOAGLAND A SPRING SONG by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN SPRING'S RETURN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SPRING FLOODS by MAURICE BARING SPRING IN WINTER by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES SPRING ON THE PRAIRIE by HERBERT BATES THE FARMER'S BOY: SPRING by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD |
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