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
15 random poems
- Яков Полонский – Ночь в Крыму
- Zen-moment by Sunil Sharma
- Владимир Маяковский – Товарищ Иванов
- The Harvest Moon by Ted Hughes
- Into My Own by Robert Frost
- Teatro Bambino. Dublin, N. H. poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Николай Языков – Песни (Счастлив, кому судьбою дан)
- Rosalie’s Good Eats Cafe by Shel Silverstein
- Robert Burns: The Calf: To the Rev. James Steven, on his text, Malachi, ch. iv. vers. 2. “And ye shall go forth, and grow up, as Calves of the stall.”
- the_kings_breakfast.html
- The Regret Of The Ranee In The Hall Of Peacocks
- Mrs Moon by Roger McGough
- The Perfect Marriage by Vachel Lindsay
- Владимир Высоцкий – Шляпник
- Never Bite A Married Woman On The Thigh by Shel Silverstein
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).
