I lie here idle on a log, The sun above, the pool below, The breeze a fan, the lily pads A stage all tiny play-folks know. Unwary insects near my place Save me the bother of a chase. My swimming pool is close at hand, A shower, when a frog leaps in. For parasol I have my shell— The pride of every terrapin. The idler in a summer sun Forgets to envy anyone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOUNTAIN by HAYDEN CARRUTH UNCLE JIM'S BAPTIST REVIVAL HYMN by SIDNEY LANIER THE FAMILY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD BOTANICAL GARDENS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO-MORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |