CALLING, the heron flies athwart the blue
That sleeps above it; reach on rocky reach
Of water sings by sycamore and beech,
In whose warm shade bloom lilies not a few.
It is a page whereon the sun and dew
Scrawl sparkling words in dawn's delicious speech;
A laboratory where the wood-winds teach,
Dissect each scent and analyze each hue.
Not otherwise than beautiful, doth it
Record the happenings of each summer day;
Where we may read, as in a catalogue,
When passed a thresher; when a load of hay;
Or when a rabbit; or a bird that lit;
And now a barefoot truant and his dog.
The Creek-road
Madison Julius Cawein
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Poem topics: beautiful, dog, summer, sun, water, bird, blue, shade, speech, delicious, warm, teach, record, Valentine's Day, dawn, bloom, reach, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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