In and Out, By and By

A Poem By Elizabeth // 1/19/2011


Jogging o’er wood and dale,
 o'er corn-field-ed hill,
 passing through brush so tall,
and trickling rivulets cold.
Tripping o’er stumpy roots,
and thumping in the road,
breathing deeply in and out
the springy air so cold.
Strolling ‘midst grassy way
feeling it by and by,
picking dandelions off the stem
and dozily letting them fly.
Whistling far-off and unheard tunes
which soar to branches aloof,
singing to absent melody
while swaying dreamily.
Failing, falls the sun below
and shadows deepen ‘round the eaves
 pulling out a pipe he blows
puffing a misty, thoughtful haze.



I really really like this! And envy whoever it is jogging and passing and tripping and thumping and strolling...

Kyleigh | Thu, 01/20/2011

You've put me firmly on my

You've put me firmly on my way to Hobbiton. ;)

Anna | Thu, 01/20/2011

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief


Yay! I am so happy that you saw the Hobbits!!!! It makes me happy! Thank you both!

Elizabeth | Thu, 01/20/2011


The Holy Spirit is the quiet guest of our soul." -St. Augustine


I loved the last to lines. perfect poem!

Bernadette | Sat, 01/22/2011