No need to add much commentary here -- just a lovely, lovely poem for this December day.
by Gary Johnson
A little girl is singing for the faithful to come ye
Joyful and triumphant, a song she loves,
And also the partridge in a pear tree
And the golden rings and the turtle doves.
In the dark streets, red lights and green and blue
Where the faithful live, some joyful, some troubled,
Enduring the cold and also the flu,
(Read the rest here, at The Writer's Almanac.)
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The Poetry Friday round up is at These 4 Corners.
5 comments:
Oh, that "Hark" at the end just goes soaring out at the end, doesn't it? Thanks for posting this, Karen.
Love this!
I agree about the "Hark" at the end, Julie, and Ruth, so glad you love it, too!
Saved this immediately after I read it, Karen! Thanks :-)
Thank goodness for the wonder of children!
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