THE meadow brook is always a happy little elf, For when there's no one else around, he plays all by himself; He looks up at the sky and trees and never feels alone And rushes by each swaying grass and leaps on every stone; He's busy and he's happy the whole long summer day, Altho' there's not a soul around to talk to him or play. The meadow brook's a very merry busy little elf. Because when no one is around, he plays all by himself. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EXPATIATION ON THE COMBINING OF WEATHERS AT THIRTY .... by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOREST FLOWERS by ROBERT FROST FOR WALT WHITMAN by DAVID IGNATOW CREDO by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOMING BRAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A FLORIDA SUNDAY by SIDNEY LANIER ELEGY: THE LITTLE GHOST WHO DIED FOR LOVE; FOR ALLANAH HARPER by EDITH SITWELL |