When on a Summer's Morn

Cattails and Clouds at Heckscher State Park

I'm enjoying reading The Autobiography of Super-Tramp by W.H. Davies. The author (a Welsh poet) spent his early adulthood in the 1890s as a vagabond, working odd jobs and hopping on freight trains to travel throughout the United States. Nature is often mentioned in his poetry, so I couldn't resist including one of his poems here.

When on a Summer's Morn

When on a summer's morn I wake,

And open my two eyes,

Out to the clear, born-singing rills

My bird-like spirit flies

To hear the blackbird, Cuckoo, Thrush,

Or any bird in song;

And common leaves that hum all day,

Without a throat or tongue,

And when time strikes the hour for sleep,

Back in my room alone,

My heart has many a sweet bird's song--

And one that's all my own.