And the Cow Says, "Moo!"
The Purple Cow by Gelett Burgess
I never saw a purple cow,
I never hope to see one;
But I can tell you, anyhow,
I’d rather see than be one!
Curiously un-purple cow
Eel-Grass by Edna St. Vincent Millay
No matter what I say,
All that I really love
Is the rain that flattens on the bay,
And the eel-grass in the cove;
The jingle-shells that lie and bleach
At the tide-line, and the trace
Of higher tides along the beach:
Nothing in this place.
Pea in a Pod
A Seed by William Allingham
See how a Seed, which Autumn flung down,
And through the Winter neglected lay,
Uncoils two little green leaves and two brown,
With tiny root taking hold on the clay
As, lifting and strengthening day by day,
It pushes red branchless, sprouts new leaves,
And cell after cell the Power in it weaves
Out of the storehouse of soil and clime,
To fashion a Tree in due course of time;
Tree with rough bark and boughs’ expansion,
Where the Crow can build his mansion,
Or a Man, in some new May,
Lie under whispering leaves and say,
“Are the ills of one’s life so very bad
When a Green Tree makes me deliciously glad?”
As I do now. But where shall I be
When this little Seed is a tall green Tree?
This seed pod is about 9 inches long and rattles when you shake it. First I photographed it, then I picked it up and brought it home. Now it sits on my kitchen counter destined never to sprout and grow….