Some may wish for city streets, jewels or silken gown; Some may crave unbounded wealth, fame or beauty's crown; Some may long for sunny paths that lure the pleasure bent -- But simpler things by far than these would keep my soul content. A bit of God's green country, with the blue sky overhead; A tiny shack, white curtained; on the sill, a posy red; A laughing, chubby baby, playing inside on the floor, And a little flower garden, growing near the open door. A table set for supper, fresh fruit and honeycomb, Little breezes whispering, "Your man's acomin' home." Simple things, with love and faith -- far from worldly strife, God granting these, before I die, I'd ask no more of life. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE BOY LOST, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE TERRIBLE SONNETS: 3 by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ONE SHORT HOUR by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH TO SAN FRANCISCO by S. J. ALEXANDER GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 1 by RICHARD BARNFIELD HAPPY CHRISTMASTIDE by GERTRUDE ELOISE BEALER |