It's good to be in the Westland When the spring is here. To greet the morn in some rain-washed dawn Under skies that are crystal clear. The gold drifts over the hills of green, The buds are pink on the almond bough, And the calm Sierras closer lean In the Westland now. The air is throbbing with melody, A thousand free things call. And all the day like rainbow spray The bird songs float and fall. The meadow-lark is April's knight, He tells her praise from the topmost bough It is spring, and all is right In the Westland now. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RHODORA: ON BEING ASKED, WHENCE IS THE FLOWER? by RALPH WALDO EMERSON HAIL COLUMBIA by JOSEPH HOPKINSON TO AMERICA by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON WHY DON'T THE MEN PROPOSE? by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY ALFARABI; THE WORLD-MAKER. A RHAPSODICAL FRAGMENT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |