Monday, July 13, 2009

Four Little Foxes



Speak gently, Spring, and make no sudden sound;
For in my windy valley yesterday I found
New-born foxes squirming on the ground--
Speak Gently.





Walk softly, March, forbear the bitter blow;
Her feet within a trap, her blood upon the snow,
The four little foxes saw their mother go--
Walk softly.






Go lightly, Spring, Oh give them no alarm;
When I covered them with boughs to shelter them from harm,
The thin blue foxes suckled at my arm--
Go lightly.










Step softly, March, with your rampant hurricane;
Nuzzling one another, and whimpering with pain,
The new little foxes are shivering in the rain--
Step softly.

Lew Sarett
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7 comments:

Denise said...

That was touching........ You find the prettiest things to share........

Have a wonderful week girl!

Cathy said...

That is very pretty, sad and sweet, Mimi.

Mary said...

Mimi,

An awesome post. I love red fox. I see them sometimes in an area outside town. They follow the fence line in one particular spot. How I enjoy the creatures that God has provided for our enjoyment.

Blessings,
Mary

Mary said...

I just love your posts,So very interesting. take care..Mary

Mary said...

I just love your posts,So very interesting. take care..Mary

Mary said...

Hi Mimi..My mom died 4 years ago

Susan said...

Hey Grammie,

I've missed you! Sorry I haven't stopped by in so long.

Great poem.

Hope you are doing well♥