GA-THER-ING POP-PIES. by Anonymous

 
 
Previous Poem Next Poem
 

GA-THER-ING POP-PIES.

 
Through the corn the chil-dren creep,
Where the nod-ding pop-pies sleep,
Fill-ing hands and a-prons white
With the scar-let blos-soms bright.
Gau-dy pop-pies must not stay
Till the fu-ture har-vest day:
They would wi-ther when the heat
Ri-pens all the gold-en wheat--
Life for them is short and sweet.
Anonymous,
 
 
 
 

Support poems4free.com
If you liked this page, feel free to share it!