the art of CMB The Art of
Cicely Mary Barker
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sun and rain, the country lane, The field, the road, are my abode. Though leaf and bud be splashed with mud, Who cares? Not I! ~ I see the sky, The kindly sun, the wayside fun Of tramping folk who smoke and joke, The bairns who heed my dusty weed (No sting have I to make them cry), And truth to tell, they love me well, My brothers, White, and Yellow bright, Are finer chaps than I, perhaps; Who cares? Not I! So now good~bye. |
