A little boy Is sitting on a fallen log Singing. His happy song Does not wander into Yesterday Nor travel the dim trails That lead into Tomorrow. It is a song of praise About Today! In little, childish words He sings his joy: Sings of giant poplars Swaying in the breeze; Sings of the deep blue Of his mother's eyes; Sings of the golden brightness Of the sun; Sings of the merry tinkling little stream Running along Under its crust of ice; Sings all the joy That warms his little heart. And suddenly, The friendly fields are still Listening to his sweet song— His song of praise That does not wander into Yesterday Nor travel unmade trails Into Tomorrow But holds Today Close to his happy heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE ECSTASY by HAYDEN CARRUTH LA NOCHE TRISTE by ROBERT FROST QUESTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 5. THE DANCING GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON OWL AGAINST ROBIN by SIDNEY LANIER |