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
- Cold Eyes by Vaishnavi Prakash
- Epigram—Thanks for a National Victory by Robert Burns
- missing.html
- Robert Burns: Saw Ye Bonie Lesley:
- Валерий Брюсов – Есть поразительная белость
- Зинаида Александрова – Мне рукою машет маленький сынок
- Robert Burns: Reply To A Trimming Epistle Received From A Tailor:
- The Geography of the House by W H Auden
- Николай Гумилев – Ольге Людвиговне Кардовской
- The First Part: Sonnet 12 – Ah! burning thoughts, now let me take some rest, by William Drummond
- Before by Yehuda Amichai
- Couplet poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- Алишер Навои – Сверкнула в темноте ночной краса
- Spenserian Stanzas On Charles Armitage Brown poem – John Keats poems
- Вера Полозкова – Францу Кафке
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).
