Bartholomew is very sweet,
From sandy hair to rosy feet.
Bartholomew is six months old,
And dearer far than pearls or gold.
Bartholomew has deep blue eyes,
Round pieces dropped from out the skies.
Bartholomew is hugged and kissed:
He loves a flower in either fist.
Bartholomew's my saucy son:
No mother has a sweeter one!
Bartholomew
Norman Rowland Gale
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Poem topics: flower, hair, mother, son, blue, sweet, deep, gold, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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