Let those complain who never knew,

                The charm of bird and tree and flower,

Let those complain of weariness,

                Who never sat ‘neath leafy bower,

But I as long as life shall last,

                Can never weary grow,

While Trees and green and flowers bloom,

                And birds can warble so.

Let those complain who never heard,

                The tinkle tinkle of a brook,

Nor set beside a silvery stream,

                With rod and line and hook,

For I am happy just to live,

                In this free land of ours,

With tinkling brooks and silver streams,

                And birds and trees and flowers.

Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934

Copyright Roy Richard