A boy upon a Shetland pony, (Sing, bonny bluebird, sing!) Is riding down a lane of maples To high adventuring. Within the meadow may be danger, But this lad doesn't care -- When summer winds are calling to him, A lad rides anywhere. Within the forest may be pirates (Who knows?) in secret caves; But no brave lad of seven's ever Afraid of daring knaves. This rider has a heart that's valiant; (Hush, bluebird, your refrain!) The courage that a nation's needing Is jogging down my lane! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARIS IN SPRING by SARA TEASDALE SUMMER WIND by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE COMING AMERICAN by SAM WALTER FOSS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: LUCINDA MATLOCK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONG OF A SECOND APRIL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE NOBLEMAN AND THE PENSIONER by GOTTLIEB KONRAD PFEFFEL |