Classic Poem

The sun is leaning on the mornings lap
Round as a table — while with early pace
Comes peeping thro the pathways hedge row gap
The sauntering school boy with his shining face
Oft running after bees a giddy race
Or toying with wild fancys in the cool
Of long bean shadowd baulks — some beaten place
Were stock hath padded journing to the pool
To drink — there he at marbles plays wi pride
To get his hand in ere he gets to school
& win more toys when prison hours subside
From eager gaming boys — with open ears
He lists the clock that oer the valleys pied
Peeps on his view & wakes his idling fears