This will be our last metrical Monday until August. We’re preparing for a little family summer adventure in the near future and I need to get moving on some other things. Things I hope to share in the near future, but… For now, poetry will have to wait until we return to India and recover from our old friend jet-lag. Yee-haw.
Anyway, in honor of our current plans this summer and the scorching Delhi sun that’s been pounding down, I thought Robert Louis Stevenson would be a good choice. He authored one of my favorite collections of children’s poetry called A Child’s Garden of Verses where this poem can also be found. Pick it up if you haven’t already!
Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven without repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.
Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.
The dusty attic spider-clad,
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles,
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.
Meantime his golden face around
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Among the ivy’s inmost nook.
Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes.
Our verse for this week is Psalm 84:11:
For the LORD God is a sun and shield; the LORD bestows favor and honor; no good thing does he withhold from those whose walk is blameless.
Thanks for walking along with us in our poetry adventure. It’s been fun for me to dig around in the poetry world again and this time with the littles. I’d forgotten how much I love it. And who knows, maybe something will stick with them in all this.