I’ve got the children to tend
The clothes to mend
The floor to mop
The food to shop
Then the chicken to fry
The baby to dry
I got company to feed
The garden to weed
I’ve got shirts to press
The tots to dress
The can to be cut
I gotta clean up this hut
Then see about the sick
And the cotton to pick.
Shine on me, sunshine
Rain on me, rain
Fall softly, dewdrops
And cool my brow again.
Storm, blow me from here
With your fiercest wind
Let me float across the sky
‘Til I can rest again.
Fall gently, snowflakes
Cover me with white
Cold icy kisses and
Let me rest tonight.
Sun, rain, curving sky
Mountain, oceans, leaf and stone
Star shine, moon glow
You’re all that I can call my own.
End of the poem
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- Николай Глазков – Бабье лето
- Алексей Жемчужников – Умные политики
- Vision poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- Address To The Scholars Of The Village School Of — by William Wordsworth
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Нарядно выстлав дол, взбегая на холмы
- A Faded Postcard Is A Tanka Daydream
- Ольга Седакова – Ни темной старины заветные преданья
- Владимир Маяковский – Электричество – вид энергии
- Sitting atop the mountain hill by Swami Aaron Thomas
- Олег Сердобольский – Кузнечик
- Teaching Children to Write by Free Writing
- Алексей Плещеев – Когда твой кроткий, ясный взор
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
