Let those
complain who never knew,
The charm of bird and tree and
flower,
Let those
complain of weariness,
Who never sat ‘neath leafy
bower,
But I as
long as life shall last,
Can never weary grow,
While Trees
and green and flowers bloom,
And birds can warble so.
Let those
complain who never heard,
The tinkle tinkle of a brook,
Nor set
beside a silvery stream,
With rod and line and hook,
For I am
happy just to live,
In this free land of ours,
With
tinkling brooks and silver streams,
And birds and trees and flowers.
Katherine
Carey-Place 1878-1934
Copyright Roy Richard
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