We're going to have our tea,
A jolly little party
Beneath the apple tree.
I hear the cups and saucers
Go tinkling one by one,
I see the pretty china
Gleam golden in the sun.
A little breeze is rustling
The leaves above my head,
The busy bees hum past us,
But not a word is said.
For now a singing linnet
Is clearly to be heard
And who is there among us
Would interrupt a bird?
Margaret G. Rhodes. Taken from 'Our Book of Poetry' By Various Authors.
No date,
but the book is falling apart.
A worn russet cover.
I found this poem whilst clearing out my books.
With rash hands, I had to let go of many titles I have held onto for years. Many reasons, some better than others.
No excuses today.
I have one big box I can take with me, and no more.
This poem fell open in my hands.
It made me smile inside. The simple, sweet, innocence of it...nothing complicated...just a small celebration of goodness.
I hope I get to read it to my children one day.
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