In and Out, By and By

Jogging o’er wood and dale,
o'er corn-field-ed hill,
passing through brush so tall,
and trickling rivulets cold.
Tripping o’er stumpy roots,
and thumping in the road,
breathing deeply in and out
the springy air so cold.
Strolling ‘midst grassy way
feeling it by and by,
picking dandelions off the stem
and dozily letting them fly.
Whistling far-off and unheard tunes
which soar to branches aloof,
singing to absent melody
while swaying dreamily.
Failing, falls the sun below
and shadows deepen ‘round the eaves
pulling out a pipe he blows
puffing a misty, thoughtful haze.
Comments
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I really really like this! And envy whoever it is jogging and passing and tripping and thumping and strolling...
You've put me firmly on my
You've put me firmly on my way to Hobbiton. ;)
I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief
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Yay! I am so happy that you saw the Hobbits!!!! It makes me happy! Thank you both!
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The Holy Spirit is the quiet guest of our soul." -St. Augustine
awesome!
I loved the last to lines. perfect poem!