A Meadow Tragedy
By Dora Sigerson Shorter
Heres a meadow full of sunshine
Ripe grasses lush and high;
Theres a reaper on the roadway,
And a lark hangs in the sky.
Theres a nest of love enclosing
Three little beaks that cry;
The reapers in the meadow
And a lark hangs in the sky.
Heres a mead all full of summer,
And tragedy goes by
With a knife amongst the grasses,
And a song up in the sky.