SONG OF THE MEADOW

A Polka dot meadow

sprinkled array

with gold dandelions

swaying so gay;

in the early spring breezes,

with a rhythm unknown,

to the song of the meadow,

to a tune of their own.

The goldenrod’s swinging

and in an oak tree,

an exalted robin,

and striped honey bee

Together are singing

a duet unknown,

to the song of the meadow,

to a tune of their own.

 

Sandra Lee Smith

Published 1955-56 anthology of poetry written by high school students.

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