People who wander among clouds don't have to buy the hills for steep descents you need a staff and a vine for the sheerer climbs streamside pines are always green shoreline rocks are every color although friends might stay away in spring the birds @3kuan-kuan@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUTUMN MORNING AT CAMBRIDGE by FRANCES CROFTS DARWIN CORNFORD ON SIR PALMES FAIRBORNE'S TOMB, IN WESTERMINSTER ABBEY by JOHN DRYDEN BLUE-BUTTERFLY DAY by ROBERT FROST AT CASTLE BOTEREL by THOMAS HARDY THE V-A-S-E by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE WRITTEN AT AN INN AT HENLEY by WILLIAM SHENSTONE |