Hunger points a bony finger
To the workhouse on the hill,
But the little children linger
While there's flowers to gather still
For my sunny window sill.
In my hands I take their faces,
Smiling to my smiles they run.
Would that I could take their places
Where the murky bye-ways shun
The benedictions of the sun
How they laugh and sing returning
Lightly on their secret way.
While I listen in my yearning
Their laughter fills the windy day
With gladness, youth and May.
The Little Children
Francis Ledwidge
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Poem topics: children, laughter, sun, sunny, finger, listen, laugh, hunger, secret, window, Valentine's Day, youth, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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