Thistle Down

By Ethel

Cheery Sunshine

A little bit of sunshine,
Smiled and gently bowed.
She spun around upon her toe,
From out behind a cloud.

The breeze across the greening lawn,
So gently eased her pace.
She took the rootlets of the grass,
And formed the edge in lace.

The roses in the arbor,
Were in dark shadows flung.
Bridling every thorn in dew,
Lest words be on the tongue.

A place abides where love comes in.
Where birds so sweetly sings.
And bees among the flowering hedge,
Sits still...and lifts their wings.

All happiness...is sunshine,
Apart where tempests roll.
And the light from cherished moments,
Lifts clouds from off the soul.

E.P. 1908-1989

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