Fishing Nooks Poem Rhyme Scheme

Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 68 times,

This poem was added to the favorite list by 0 members,

This poem was voted by 0 members.

(* Interactions only in the last 7 days)

New Poems

A Simple Gift Of Clarity
by Michael Mcguire
Ring Of Fire
by N. Khanyile
A Disturbing Dream
by Marlon Pitter
Crab Lice
by Marlon Pitter
Biography Of The Anonymous
by Gilbert Sordebabari
Lost In Search Of A Saved Child
by Michael Mcguire
Dark Lens
by Gilbert Sordebabari
The Ship
by Pieter Sanders
Rose Bush
by Aubrie J Chellman
Between Condemning Bad Acts And Doing Bad Things, Which One Is Worse?
by Marlon Pitter

Popular Poets

1. Emily Dickinson(2415 poems)
2. Madison Julius Cawein(1231 poems)
3. Ella Wheeler Wilcox(1136 poems)
4. William Wordsworth(1016 poems)
5. Robert Burns(986 poems)
6. Edgar Albert Guest(945 poems)
7. Thomas Moore(849 poems)
8. Robert Service(831 poems)

'Men will grow weary ' said the Lord	A
'Of working for their bed and board	A
They'll weary of the money chase	B
And want to find a resting place	B
Where hum of wheel is never heard	C
And no one speaks an angry word	C
And selfishness and greed and pride	D
And petty motives don't abide	D
They'll need a place where they can go	E
To wash their souls as white as snow	E
They will be better men and true	F
If they can play a day or two '	G
	-
The Lord then made the brooks to flow	E
And fashioned rivers here below	E
And many lakes for water seems	H
Best suited for a mortal's dreams	H
He placed about them willow trees	I
To catch the murmur of the breeze	I
And sent the birds that sing the best	J
Among the foliage to nest	J
He filled each pond and stream and lake	K
With fish for man to come and take	K
Then stretched a velvet carpet deep	L
On which a weary soul could sleep	L
	-
It seemed to me the Good Lord knew	F
That man would want something to do	F
When worn and wearied with the stress	M
Of battling hard for world success	M
When sick at heart of all the strife	N
And pettiness of daily life	N
He knew he'd need from time to time	O
To cleanse himself of city grime	O
And he would want some place to be	P
Where hate and greed he'd never see	P
And so on lakes and streams and brooks	Q
The Good Lord fashioned fishing nooks	Q

Edgar Albert Guest

Fishing Nooks Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

About Fishing Nooks

Write your comment about Fishing Nooks poem by Edgar Albert Guest

Recent Interactions*

New Poems

Popular Poets