Poems (Bradford)/In michigan
IN MICHIGAN.
'Tis blowing time in Michigan;
The cherry blooms are white;
The peach tree blushes overhead;
The apple boughs are widely spread;
They thrill me with delight.
The cherry blooms are white;
The peach tree blushes overhead;
The apple boughs are widely spread;
They thrill me with delight.
Tis growing time in Michigan
The trees are bending down
With purple plum and apple red;
The luscious pear hangs overhead;
The fields are turning brown.
The trees are bending down
With purple plum and apple red;
The luscious pear hangs overhead;
The fields are turning brown.
'Tis snowing time in Michigan!
The roads are drifted deep;
While buried far beneath the snow
The seeds and blossoms down below
Lie locked in dreamless sleep.
The roads are drifted deep;
While buried far beneath the snow
The seeds and blossoms down below
Lie locked in dreamless sleep.
O snowing, growing, blowing time,
I love you one and all!
The bright and lovely blow time,
The white and shining snow time,
The red and glowing fall!
I love you one and all!
The bright and lovely blow time,
The white and shining snow time,
The red and glowing fall!
But blowing, growing, snowing time,
I know not which is best!
The first is but the promise fair;
The second is the fruitage rare;
The last, the time of rest!
I know not which is best!
The first is but the promise fair;
The second is the fruitage rare;
The last, the time of rest!