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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A THOUSAND TIMES, by FLORIAA WATTS SMYTH
First Line: Lovely are little hills where young grass climbs
Last Line: But I bend closer to each granddaughter.
Subject(s): Grandchildren; Grandsons; Granddaughters
First Line: Lovely are little hills where young grass climbs
Last Line: But I bend closer to each granddaughter.
Subject(s): Grandchildren; Grandsons; Granddaughters
Lovely are little hills where young grass climbs,
Where the wind runs over a thousand times.
Lovely as wind on grass, like flowing waters,
Are the running feet of my granddaughters.
Working in the rose bed I hear a sound
And turn to watch their shadows skim the ground.
They have caught me close as wind and water,
But I bend closer to each granddaughter.
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