Home > Authors Index > Browse all available works of John Burroughs > Text of Crow
A poem by John Burroughs |
||
The Crow |
||
________________________________________________
Title: The Crow Author: John Burroughs [More Titles by Burroughs] I My friend and neighbor through the year, Of my crops of fruit and grain, Claim thy tithings right and left, Nature wisely made the law, In thy title to the earth, I like thy self-complacent air, Thy landlord stroll about my fields, Thy courtly mien and bearing bold, Thy floating shape against the sky, Thy thrifty flight ere rise of sun, Hues protective are not thine, Diamond black to end of toe,
Never plaintive nor appealing, Always groomed to tip of feather, Morn till night my woods policing, Hawk and owl in tree-top hiding Naught escapes thy observation,
Hunters, prowlers, woodland lovers Noisy, scheming, and predacious, Dowered with leisure, void of hurry, Friendly bandit, Robin Hood, Or Captain Kidd of sable quill, Nature made thee for each season, Good crow wit that's always burnished May thy numbers ne'er diminish! May I never cease to meet thee! And mayest thou never have to fare so [The end] GO TO TOP OF SCREEN |