The day before April
alone, alone
I walked in the woods
And I sat on a stone.
I sat on a broad stone
And sang to the birds,
The tune was God’s making,
But I made the words.
Poetry For Children
The day before April
alone, alone
I walked in the woods
And I sat on a stone.
I sat on a broad stone
And sang to the birds,
The tune was God’s making,
But I made the words.