Poem July 11, 1903 Issue

A Vacation Song

Katherine Lee Bates

Sunshine

I have shut my books and hidden my slate
And tossed my satchel across the gate.
My school is out for a season of rest,
And now for the schoolroom I love the best!

My schoolroom lies on the meadow wide,
Where under the clover the sunbeams hide,
Where the long vines cling to the mossy bars,
And the daisies twinkle like fallen stars;

Where clusters of buttercups gild the scene
Like showers of gold-dust thrown over the green,
And the wind's flying footsteps are traced, as they pass,
By the dance of the sorrel and dip of the grass.

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