The little god, child verse for grown-ups . ASTERS AND ASTERS Asters and asters, a whole row All alike,—must be brothers Or sisters, I dont know which. I dont love them as I do the others. Theyre not wild; theyre tame,— And they look all the same. I wonder if they feel that way. They wont play,— They just look at me and say , dear! Ill go the other path to so dull—Ill run away;I wont come near them all day, So there!They wont care—theyll only say <?T r\ MOTHER NATURE I just picked a rose to pieces. Ive been thinking about All the work that Mother Nature does
The little god, child verse for grown-ups . ASTERS AND ASTERS Asters and asters, a whole row All alike,—must be brothers Or sisters, I dont know which. I dont love them as I do the others. Theyre not wild; theyre tame,— And they look all the same. I wonder if they feel that way. They wont play,— They just look at me and say , dear! Ill go the other path to so dull—Ill run away;I wont come near them all day, So there!They wont care—theyll only say <?T r\ MOTHER NATURE I just picked a rose to pieces. Ive been thinking about All the work that Mother Nature does Before a rose is ready to come out,— All the different parts, And other things, like those Things you cant tell about,— The looks and the smell of a rose. There must be very much that Mother Nature knows; I think she did experiments Before she did a rose. FEELING CROOKED Lifes hard, I think. Its been hard all day. Ive had a crooked feeling inside, And everything I did was the same way. Mother says when Im better inside Ill be better outside. Im going to see: Ill be as good as I can be.
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