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Poetry Friday: Ellis Park by Helen Hoyt

February 21st, 2014 (06:00 am)

Current Mood: satisfied
Current Song: Leverage score music

Little park park that I pass through,
I carry off a piece of you
Every morning hurrying down
To my work-day in the town;
Carry you for country there
To make the city ways more fair.
I take your trees,
And your breeze,
Your greenness,
Your cleanness,
Some of your shade, some of your sky,
Some of your calm as I go by;
Your flowers to trim
The pavements grim;
Your space for room in the jostled street
And grass for carpet to my feet.
Your fountains take and sweet bird calls
To sing me from my office walls.
All that I can see
I carry off with me.
But you never miss my theft,
So much treasure you have left.
As I find you, fresh at morning,
So I find you, home returning—
Nothing lacking from your grace.
All your riches wait in place
For me to borrow
On the morrow.

Do you hear this praise of you,
Little park that I pass through?

- Ellis Park by Helen Hoyt

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Posted by: Karen Edmisten (Karen_Ed)
Posted at: February 22nd, 2014 02:36 pm (UTC)


Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: February 22nd, 2014 04:33 pm (UTC)


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