THE GRASSHOPPERS

The Grasshoppers



Fair grasshoppers upon grasslands wild!
How gay you hop upon the grasses mild,
To feast upon lush summer's yield.

Yonder lies the field a mile or so,
That you may cud or gently mow,
Upon grasses soft and farmer's sow.

Hop hither hop thither!
And that your cadence twitters,
Upon grasslands wild and green fields ever.

Your blitheful sport is not vain,
When your bare granary is too faint,
Upon fields and barns, ripen and full.

Hop hither hop thither!
And that my memoirs bitter and tender,
Upon your sweet cadence does twitter.

And be fine a listener, long I hold,
Upon the gentle strain sad and old,
For memoirs bygone it outdid'em all.

Then hop hither hop thither still!
That mirth of yours, what tender squeal!
And sigh forth not of the short winter's ail.

Kenilo Kent
June 2009
 

Reviews

[David Lewis Paget]

This almost reads like something out of the eighteenth century. You must have studied the old masters to be able to turn such language, well done.

[Kenilo Kent]

I am delighted. Thank you!

[Jack...]

Very fun and whimsical.

[Kenilo Kent]

Thank you.

[Cookie]

I love the language you use to describe this. Very good.

[Kenilo Kent]

thank you. this ones one of my first poetries

[AYVID N]

I got so caught up in their hop hither hop thither dance that I did not notice the winter arrive. A fabulous picture created of grasshoppers in fields. Interesting insects these. Their tango brings back so much to mind doesn't it.

Wonderful.

[Kenilo Kent]

Thank you. Your reviews are always kind and (over)whelming. I am inspired!

[AYVID N]

You're Welcome Kent! :)