Poems by a Little Girl | ||
SUMMER-DAY SONG
WILD birds fly over me.I am not the blue curtain overhead,
I am the one who lives under the sky.
I swing to the tree-tops,
I pick strawberries,
I sing and play,
And happiness makes me like a great god
On the earth.
It makes me think of great things
A little girl like me
Could not know of.
Poems by a Little Girl | ||