Jes' the sort o' weather and jes' the sort of sky <br />Which seem to suit my fancy, with the white clouds driftin' by <br />On a sea o' smooth blue water. Oh, I ain't an egotist, <br />With an 'I' in all my thinkin', but I'm willin' to insist <br />That the Lord who made us humans an' the birds in every tree <br />Knows my special sort o' weather an' he made this day fer me. <br /> <br />This is jes' my style o' weather—sunshine floodin' all the place, <br />An' the breezes from the eastward blowin' gently on my face; <br />An' the woods chock full o' singin' till you'd think birds never had <br />A single care to fret 'em or a grief to make 'em sad. <br />Oh, I settle down contented in the shadow of a tree, <br />An' tell myself right proudly that the day was made fer me. <br /> <br />It's my day, my sky an' sunshine, an' the temper o' the breeze— <br />Here's the weather I would fashion could I run things as I please: <br />Beauty dancin' all around me, music ringin' everywhere, <br />Like a weddin' celebration—why, I've plumb fergot my care <br />An' the tasks I should be doin' fer the rainy days to be, <br />While I'm huggin' the delusion that God made this day fer me.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-made-this-day-for-me/
