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.
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.
'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.
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!
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!