@3(Mexican willow village at harvest time in Sonoma County, California)@1 Good is the hut from the tall, graceful willow To nest in the short harvest season. When white winds blow straight from the slumberous ocean, And the heart is wild without reason. Good is a patio built in the sunlight, Of brush and the withering branches, When there are babies with eyes of brown wonder, And mothers need work on the ranches. Safe is the clan life when blue skies are sulky, And mute earth has taken to talking. Sweet are the notes of the gay banjo music When ghosts of the seed souls are walking. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN OF THE EARTH by WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING (1817-1901) A CAUTION TO POETS by MATTHEW ARNOLD A COUNTRY NOSEGAY by ALFRED AUSTIN LINES ON HEARING THAT LADY BYRON WAS ILL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE OFFERING by ANITA GRAY CHANDLER OLNEY HYMNS: 46. THE HAPPY CHANGE by WILLIAM COWPER OBSEQUIES TO THE LORD HARRINGTON, BROTHER TO LADY LUCY by JOHN DONNE |