Nature Sonnets (By the Village Poet)

‘Tis nice to hear the rooster crow at dawn,

     When all the world is opening its eyes

     And red is breaking through the eastern skies,

For then we know that dismal night is gone,

And that another happy day is born.

     How fine to spring from bed with health aglow

     With the thermometer say ten below

And greet a golden frosty country morn!

And thus it is the rooster, noble bird,

     Announces to the world the coming day;

Sad must that mortal be who’s never heard

     His “cock-a-doodle-doo,” so bright and gay.

I fear we’d over-sleep, upon my word,

     Did not the rooster sound his roundelay.

Nov. 30, 1910

Pub. Judge