It seems my secret is out!
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
The Barefoot Boy
John Greenleaf Whittier
BLESSINGS on thee, little man,
Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan!
With thy turned-up pantaloons,
And thy merry whistled tunes;
With thy red lip, redder still
Kissed by strawberries on the hill;
With the sunshine on thy face,
Through thy torn brim’s jaunty grace;
From my heart I give thee joy,—
I was once a barefoot boy!
Prince thou art,—the grown-up man
Only is republican.
Let the million-dollared ride!
Barefoot, trudging at his side,
Thou hast more than he can buy
In the reach of ear and eye,—
Outward sunshine, inward joy:
Blessings on thee, barefoot boy!
BLESSINGS on thee, little man,
Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan!
With thy turned-up pantaloons,
And thy merry whistled tunes;
With thy red lip, redder still
Kissed by strawberries on the hill;
With the sunshine on thy face,
Through thy torn brim’s jaunty grace;
From my heart I give thee joy,—
I was once a barefoot boy!
Prince thou art,—the grown-up man
Only is republican.
Let the million-dollared ride!
Barefoot, trudging at his side,
Thou hast more than he can buy
In the reach of ear and eye,—
Outward sunshine, inward joy:
Blessings on thee, barefoot boy!
Followers
Blog Archive
-
▼
2008
(198)
-
▼
November
(22)
- Uh-oh...
- Stone Zoo
- No title
- It is 1:30am...
- Taye, videographer
- I gave them fair warning...
- Nice hat
- That darn sleeper
- The new toddler carrier...
- So Much Fun
- Getting our groove back
- Darius
- "Homeschoolers lack socialization..."
- Cousins
- We Are Family
- Buppa's Back!
- Not Quite
- NaNoWriMo
- Tonight Mya was having one of her crying jags. I ...
- Yummy toes
- Halloween
- Its that time of year again...
-
▼
November
(22)
No comments:
Post a Comment