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Barefoot Days

Poem By Rachel Field

In the morning, very early,
That's the time I love to go
Barefoot where the fern grows curly
And grass is cool between each toe,
On a summer morning-O!
On a summer morning!

That is when the birds go by
Up the sunny slopes of air,
And each rose has a butterfly
Or a golden bee to wear;
And I am glad in every toe
Such a summer morning-O!
Such a summer morning!

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What beautiful scenery this invokes
That is when the birds go by Up the sunny slopes of air, And each rose has a butterfly Or a golden bee to wear; nature and its beaury.. very fine poem. tony
Barefoot and running through the grass certainly takes me back. Wonderful words to read.
Heat of summer! ! ! Barefoot where the fern grows. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Enjoyed the freshness and glee.


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