Spring Poem From 1844
By O.G. Spoons.
- The robins are singing,
- The grass is upspringing,
- And May is bringing,
- 'Mid sunshine and showers;
- The belles are out airing,
- Gay dresses they're wearing,
- And the fields are preparing,
- To put forth their flowers;
- The brooks are swift running,
- The snakes are out sunning,
- The boys are out gunning,
- The fountains are spouting,
- The anglers are trouting,
- Far off 'mid the hills.
- Where the lambkins are prancing,
- And the sunbeams are dancing
- On the bright sparkling rills;
- The partridge is drumming
- By the mountain side rude,
- And the hornet is humming
- His song in the wood;
- The spider sits eyeing
- The insect that's flying,
- To catch him the scamp!
- The owlet is sleeping,
- Whilst the bugs are a creeping,
- And the frogs are a-peeping
- In yonder old swamp;
- The streamlets are flooding,
- The lilacs are budding,
- And cloud-racks are scudding
- Athwart the blue sky;
- The cataract's roaring
- While the waters are pouring,
- And the hen hawk is soaring
- With the eagle on high;
- The wild dove is wooing,
- To his love he is cooing,
- (I hope he will win her,)
- Bland breezes are blowing,
- The cattle are lowing,
- And I am now going
- to dinner.
June 1, 1844. Miners' Journal and Pottsville General Advertiser 20(22): 4.