Monday, June 30, 2008

Have a Nice day

Good Day,

Life--and all Things glad and beautiful.

My pockets nothing hold,

But he that owns the gold,

The Sun, is my great friend--

His spending has no end.

Hail to the morning sky,

Which bright clouds measure high;

Hail to you birds whose throats Would number leaves by notes;

Hail to you shady bowers,

And you green field of flowers.

Hail to you women fair,

That make a show so rare In cloth as white as milk--

Be't calico or silk:

Good Day, Life--and all Things glad and beautiful


Keshi said...


Anits come n share ur thoughts in my current post. Wud love to know wut u think.


surjit said...

Beautiful poem.It reminds us of the nature's bounty to the humanity for which we often forget to be thankful.
Thanks Anits for sharing.
God bless.

Subash Chandrabose said...

ahhh nice poem