SAID the wee yellow crocus with hurrying feet To the hurrying bluebird, "I'll beat, O I'll beat," But the bluebird called, "Why I'll be back in a jiffy through air and through sky; O there's no doubt I'll win, For I'm sure I'll be in At the very first bound;" Then the crocus gave one good push from the ground, But what do you think?at that very same minute She saw a near tree with the puffing bird in it! They looked at each other and then at the sun, And then they both laughedfor it's strange! but @3both won!@1 And quite out of breath they sat thinking together, How the old places looked and what beautiful weather! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAIRY TALE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 3 by CONRAD AIKEN AFTER TWO YEARS by RICHARD ALDINGTON CONTRA MORTEM: THE WATER by HAYDEN CARRUTH MY HUT; AFTER TRAN QUANG KHAI by HAYDEN CARRUTH SPRING BLIZZARD by JAMES GALVIN AN EXPLANATION by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |