Rhymes of a Child's World by Miriam Clark Potter - HTML preview

 A RIDE TO TOWN

Oh, the road that leads to town

On a summer morning!

Yellow sunshine on the fields,

Mist the hills adorning;

Leaves soft blowing in the breeze

Fresh from summer showers;

Roadside, as we drive along,

Crowded thick with flowers.

Aunt Matilda flaps the reins;

“Raisins, flour, and butter;

We must not forget the yeast”;

(How the corn leaves flutter;)

“We must get a skein of yarn

And some gingham patches”;

(How the river, where it turns,

Sky’s own color matches!)

“Here we are at Peter’s Mill;

Yes, they’re busy grinding”;

Through Green Meadow, just beyond,

Bubble Brook is winding;

Satin crows perch on the trees;

Auntie counts her money;

While she’s gone I sing my joy;—

Bees are making honey!