Under the Tree | Page 2

a rose on me

And said he guessed he'd better take
Me down to see Miss
Kate-Marie.
And when I went it all turned out
To be a Sunday school, and there

Miss Kate-Marie was very good
And let me stand beside her chair.
Her hat was made of yellow lace;
Her dress was very soft and thin,

And when she talked her little tongue
Was always wriggling out and
in.
I liked to smell my pretty rose;
I liked to feel her silky dress.
She
held a very little book
And asked the things for us to guess.
She asked about Who-made-y-God,
And never seemed to fuss or
frown;
I liked to watch her little tongue
And see it wriggle up and
down.
THE WOODPECKER
The woodpecker pecked out a little round hole
And made him a
house in the telephone pole.
One day when I watched he poked out his head,
And he had on a
hood and a collar of red.
When the streams of rain pour out of the sky,
And the sparkles of
lightning go flashing by,
And the big, big wheels of thunder roll,
He can snuggle back in the
telephone pole.

THE STAR
(A Song)
O little one away so far,
You cannot hear me when I sing.
You cannot tell me what you are,
I cannot tell you anything.
THE BUTTERBEAN TENT
All through the garden I went and went,
And I walked in under the
butterbean tent.
The poles leaned up like a good tepee
And made a nice little house
for me.
I had a hard brown clod for a seat,
And all outside was a cool green
street.
A little green worm and a butterfly
And a cricket-like thing that could
hop went by.
Hidden away there were flocks and flocks
Of bugs that could go like
little clocks.
Such a good day it was when I spent
A long, long while in the
butterbean tent.
BIG BROTHER
Our brother Clarence goes to school.
He has a slate and a blue
school-bag.
He has a book and a copybook
And a scholar's
companion and a little slate rag.
He knows a boy named Joe B. Kirk,
And he learns about c-a-t cat,

And how to play one-two-sky-blue,
And how to make a football out
of a hat.

We climb up on the fence and gate
And watch until he's small and
dim,
Far up the street, and he looks back
To see if we keep on
watching him.
MR. WELLS
On Sunday morning, then he comes
To church, and everybody smells

The blacking and the toilet soap
And camphor balls from Mr.
Wells.
He wears his whiskers in a bunch,
And wears his glasses on his head.

I mustn't call him Old Man Wells--
No matter--that's what Father
said.
And when the little blacking smells
And camphor balls and soap
begin,
I do not have to look to know
That Mr. Wells is coming in.
DICK AND WILL
Our brother says that Will was born
The very day that Dickie came;

When one is four the other is,
And all their birthdays are the same.
Their coats and waists are just alike;
They have their hats together,
too.
They sleep together in one bed,
And Will can put on Dickie's
shoe.
But they are not the same at all;
Two different boys they have to be,

For Dick can play in Mother's room
When Will is climbing in a
tree.
Or maybe Will is on the porch
To cry because he stubbed his toe,

And Dick is laughing by the gate
And watching ants go in a row.
THE PILASTER
The church has pieces jutting out
Where corners of the walls begin.


I have one for my little house,
And I can feel myself go in.
I feel myself go in the bricks,
And I can see myself in there.
I'm
always waiting all alone,
I'm sitting on a little chair.
And I am sitting very still,
And I am waiting on and on
For
something that is never there,
For something that is gone.
FIREFLY
(A Song)
A little light is going by,
Is going up to see the sky,
A little light
with wings.
I never could have thought of it,
To have a little bug all lit
And
made to go on wings.
LITTLE RAIN
When I was making myself a game
Up in the garden, a little rain
came.
It fell down quick in a sort of rush,
And I crawled back under the
snowball bush.
I could hear the big drops hit the ground
And see little puddles of
dust fly round.
A chicken came till the rain was gone;
He had just a very few feathers
on.
He shivered a little under his skin,
And then he shut his eyeballs in.
Even after the rain had begun to hush
It kept on raining up in the
bush.

One big flat drop came sliding down,
And a ladybug that was red and
brown
Was up on a little stem waiting there,
And I got some rain in my hair.
THE PULPIT
On Sunday when I go to church
I wear my dress that's trimmed with
lace.
I sit beside my mother and
Am very quiet in my