What The Trees Said To The Little Boy

A poem by Madison Julius Cawein


Once when the park
Was very dark
I slipped out and went walking;
And heard the trees
To the summer breeze,
And to each other talking.


And I heard them say,
"We have stood all day
In one spot here, and worried
To keep the sun
From each little one
Who laughed at our feet or hurried.


"Now every boy
And girl and toy
Is safe at home, my patience!
Why! I and you,
As their parents do,
Can talk of our relations."

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