There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground
and swallows circling with their shimmering sound
and frogs in the pools singing at night
and wild plum trees in their tremulous white.
Robins will wear their feathery fire
whistling their whims on a low fence-wire,
and no one will know of the war, not one
will care at last when it is done.
None would mind, neither bird nor tree
if mankind perished utterly
and spring herself when she woke at dawn
would scarcely know that we were gone.
-Some poet
*consults Google*
-Sarah Teasdale
Sometimes it's interesting to see how much you can remember...things with patterns are much more easily memorized.
 Ora the Owlish · Wed Feb 10, 2010 @ 03:51am · 0 Comments |
