Mad Patsy said, he said to me, <br />That every morning he could see <br />An angel walking on the sky; <br />Across the sunny skies of morn <br />He threw great handfuls far and nigh <br />Of poppy seed among the corn; <br />And then, he said, the angels run <br />To see the poppies in the sun. <br /> <br />A poppy is a devil weed, <br />I said to him - he disagreed; <br />He said the devil had no hand <br />In spreading flowers tall and fair <br />Through corn and rye and meadow land, <br />by garth and barrow everywhere: <br />The devil has not any flower, <br />But only money in his power. <br /> <br />And then he stretched out in the sun <br />And rolled upon his back for fun: <br />He kicked his legs and roared for joy <br />Because the sun was shining down: <br />He said he was a little boy <br />And would not work for any clown: <br />He ran and laughed behind a bee, <br />And danced for very ecstasy.<br /><br />James Stephens<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-poppy-field/
