Poems (Crandall)/Natures Frolic
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Nature's Frolic.
There's a rollicking freedom abroad on the breeze;Old Nature makes merry, the great locust treesAre shaking with laughter, expectancy thrillsThe heart of all things o'er the valley and hills.
They wait for the music and lights, see,they come;Hear the deep rolling tones of the heavy bass drum.Such a flashing of pearls, such a gleaming of lights,Such music, such dancing, a night of all nights.
All things together in rythm and rhyme,The wild woods are singing in tune and in time;The weeds and the blossoms, the grasses and grainAll nodding and swaying take up the refrain.My spirit floats out to swing in the treesWith the rollicking spirit abroad on the breeze. Next morning, two buttercups out in the cloverWere nestled together while talking it over."The music" said one, "oh wasn't it grand?I nodded and swayed, I scarcely could stand."
'Said the other, "I was so thoroughly wet'I declare my leaves are dripping yet.And what a fine electric displayWe shall not forget it in many a day,The whole wide world was a blaze of light,And the people say that it stormed last night."