What about the b
ees
That hover in the trees
And scout amongst the clover
Though spring is already over?
And what about the crow
Whose call is such a scold
To sparrows and the deer
And any passing near? Continue reading “July Morning”
Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry
Poetry of the People
What about the b
ees
That hover in the trees
And scout amongst the clover
Though spring is already over?
And what about the crow
Whose call is such a scold
To sparrows and the deer
And any passing near? Continue reading “July Morning”