I love small things -- a little bird that sings; A little child with light imaginings; A little house set back against a hill, A red geranium on the window sill; The little smoke rings, curling toward the sky; The little wistful smile -- the happy sigh. Dear @3little@1 things that warm my deepest heart! What's this? The sympathetic teardrops start -- A little needle in a big, strong hand; A thimble on a sad-faced, lonely man. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLADE MADE FOR HIS MOTHER THAT SHE MIGHTE PRAYE by FRANCOIS VILLON COUNTRY SUMMER by LEONIE ADAMS RECOLLECTIONS OF LOVE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE COASTERS by THOMAS FLEMING DAY THE BARBER'S by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE GOLD-SEEKERS by HAMLIN GARLAND THE FIRST BLUEBIRD by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |