Monday, July 19, 2010

On a Lazy Afternoon - Poem

A Summer Afternoon

A languid atmosphere, a lazy breeze,

With labored respiration, moves the wheat

From distant reaches, till the golden seas

Break in crisp whispers at my feet.

My book, neglected of an idle mind,

Hides for a moment from the eyes of men;

Or lightly opened by a critic wind,

Affrightedly reviews itself again.

Off through the haze that dances in the shine

The warm sun showers in the open glade,

The forest lies, a silhouette design

Dimmed through and through with shade.

A dreamy day; and tranquilly I lie

At anchor from all storms of mental strain;

With absent vision, gazing at the sky,

"Like one that hears it rain."

The Katydid, so boisterous last night,

Clinging, inverted, in uneasy poise,

Beneath a wheat-blade, has forgotten quite

If "Katy DID or DIDN'T" make a noise.

The twitter, sometimes, of a wayward bird

That checks the song abruptly at the sound,

And mildly, chiding echoes that have stirred,

Sink into silence, all the more profound.

And drowsily I hear the plaintive strain

Of some poor dove . . . Why, I can scarcely keep

My heavy eyelids--there it is again--

"Coo-coo!"--I mustn't--"Coo-coo!"--fall asleep!

BY:  James Whitcomb Riley


  1. Love the poem and especially the photo of the cat on the rocker.

  2. Thank you Flowers. It just kinda hit the spot on the hot afternoon. I thought the car was to cute to resist.
    Thank you,