There's a quiet nook by a meadow brook In my old Kentucky home far away, 'Tis a cool retreat from the scorching heat How I wish I were there to-day. There to lie on the grass while the breezes pass, Where the violet sweetly grows, And high overhead the elm trees spread Their vine and leaf-clad boughs. 'Tis indeed a treat supremely sweet For the nature-loving soul; There lilies wave and gently lave In the water clear and cool. How often there from perplexing care Listening to the brooklet's flow, Have I laid at rest on the grassy breast Of Mother Earth long ago. Those days have sped, have swiftly fled On the wings of time away, But in memory yet I can't forget That meadow brook far away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JULY IN GEORGY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE SHEPHERD BOY'S SONG, FR. THE PILGRIM'S PROGRESS by JOHN BUNYAN HYMN TO MONT BLANC [IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ON LENDING A PUNCH BOWL by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 3. THE WANDERING ONE by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS TWO SONNETS FROM NEW YORK: QUESTIONS by ADELAIDE NICHOLS BAKER |