PAUSE

Take a moment with some well-chosen words

By Paul Laurence Dunbar

A Lazy Day The trees bend down along the stream, Where anchored swings my tiny boat. The day is one to drowse and dream And list the thrush's throttling note. When music from his bosom bleeds Among the river's rustling reeds. No ripple stirs the placid pool, When my adventurous line is cast, A truce to sport, while clear and cool, The mirrored clouds slide softly past. The sky gives back a blue divine, And all the world's wide wealth is mine. A pickerel leaps, a bow of light, The minnows shine from side to side. The first faint breeze comes up the tide-I pause with half uplifted oar, While night drifts down to claim the shore. Paul Laurence Dunbar was born in Ohio to parents who'd been enslaved in Kentucky before the American…

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The Simple Things (Digital) - 1 Issue, July 2024

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