Poem by Christopher Morley

Song for a Little House

I'M glad our house is a little house,
Not too tall nor too wide:
I'm glad the hovering butterflies
Feel free to come inside.

Our little house is a friendly house.
It is not shy or vain;
It gossips with the talking trees,
And makes friends with the rain.

And quick leaves cast a shimmer of green
Against our whited walls,
And in the phlox, the dutious bees
Are paying duty calls.

1. Reading Aloud
2. My Wife
3. The Furnace
4. The Church of Unbent Knees
5. Light Verse

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