Barefoot Days
by Rachel Field
In the morning, very early,
That’s the time I love to go
Barefoot where the fern grows curly
And the grass is cool between each toe,
On a summer morning – O!
On a summer morning!
That is when the birds go by
Up the sunny slopes of air,
And each rose has a butterfly
Or a golden bee to wear;
And I am glad in every toe –
Such a summer morning – O!
Such a summer morning!
5 comments:
{SIGH} I miss summer. Mr. Frost visited last weekend killing all my beautiful flowers. Just sad, very sad. You posted a beautiful ode to summer. May she return with vigor.
Have a wonderful day surrounded by blessings!!!
That is a lovely picture and wonderful words to go with it. Thanks for sharing both :)
Perfect combo of words and image!
Lovely. Made me wish it were summer again!
That's so pretty it looks fake.
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