I've had a good time today, Mother!
I feel happy as a starling on a cherry-bough.
Young plants coming . . .
Apples swelling . . .
(But the biggest of the feelings I know
Will always be cherries ripening In the light!)
The song of the catbird touched my heart.
I swang in the breeze with my thoughts floating around me. . . .
Thoughts of little robins
Trying to eat cherries,
Thoughts of baby grackles in their nests
At sunset-time,
These were in the shade, these were soft-colored thoughts
Under the apple-tree as I swang. . . .
