Songs of Spring

OH what is life and dream to anyone
Who walks behind his plow and writes a dream
Under the flavor of the wind and sun
And by the music of a flowing stream!
It’s wonderful to hear the bird wings stir
In wind as-blue-as-water overhead;
It’s great to hear the tiny insects whir
On air-light wings of gossamer-glass outspread.
All in a world with me and how they sing!
I want to match their songs but can’t express
So many little sounds and dreams of Spring.
I cannot, clothe my songs in proper dress
When all I do is stay behind the plow
And watch the mould-board turn the cool loam over.
I rest my mules and wipe sweat from my brow
And pray that songs of Spring go on forever.