When April scatters charms of primrose gold <br />Among the copper leaves in thickets old, <br />And singing skylarks from the meadows rise, <br />To twinkle like black stars in sunny skies; <br /> <br />When I can hear the small woodpecker ring <br />Time on a tree for all the birds that sing; <br />And hear the pleasant cuckoo, loud and long -- <br />The simple bird that thinks two notes a song; <br /> <br />When I can hear the woodland brook, that could <br />Not drown a babe, with all his threatening mood; <br />Upon these banks the violets make their home, <br />And let a few small strawberry vlossoms come: <br /> <br />When I go forth on such a pleasant day, <br />One breath outdoors takes all my cares away; <br />It goes like heavy smoke, when flames take hold <br />Of wood that's green and fill a grate with gold.<br /><br />William Henry Davies<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/april-s-charms/
