Treasure Island

Christopher Morley

(5 May 1890 – 28 March 1957 / Haverford, Pennslyvania)

Six Weeks Old


HE is so small he does not know
The summer sun, the winter snow;
The spring that ebbs and comes again,
All this is far beyond his ken.

A little world he feels and sees:
His mother's arms, his mother's knees;
He hides his face against her breast,
And does not care to learn the rest.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 20, 2010

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