THREE LITTLE LADS- A POEM

 

THREE LITTLE LADS- A POEM 

THREE THREE little lads one bright June day 
Went down the road and far away. 

Full many wondrous sights were seen, 

While hast'ning o'er the grass so green.

A cradle nest on tall tree swung 

The orioles by whom 'twas hung; 

A long stone wall with roses red; 

Some wee white lambs by brown old 

shed. 

A singing brook 'neath bridge of gray;

Some fishes in the pools at play; 

A boat at anchor near the shore; 

A field with daisies silvered o'er.  

A farmer driving to the town, 

With horses big, and strong, and 

brown; 

The wagon filled from garden bed 

With radishes and berries red; 

Asparagus and lettuce green, 

And eggs and butter in between. 

A host of butterflies that flew 

In lazy circles toward the blue. 

A lark that soared past tall church 

spire; 

Some saucy sparrows on a wire; 

Bees darting in and out their hive 

And big pine trees, exactly five. 

Ah, happy through the long June 

day, 

Were these three little lads at play; 

But when the sun had sunk to rest 

Each cuddled close to mother's 

breast. 

Selected 

References:

1. The Primary Plan Book 1912

2.THE SUNDAY AT HOME A Family Magazine for Sabbath Reading 1878