A cat lays stretched out, contented on a wall, <br />The Farmer's Boy comes whistling down the lane, <br />One cockerel now proclaims his morning call, <br />And day begins to make swift way again. <br /> <br />Then others enter now upon this scene, <br />As to their daily duties they attend, <br />Some goats are tethered on the Village Green, <br />And the Miller, slowly starts, his flour to blend. <br /> <br />Three dairymaids with tasks to do, now run, <br />To cows, who await, their creamy milk to yield, <br />And as the dawn now welcomes in the sun, <br />It beams, from all the heavens, this land to gild. <br /> <br />What a pleasant picture here for us is wrought, <br />Leaving one with all the pleasure of the thought. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-pleasure-of-the-thought/
