Song For A Little House
I’m glad our house is a little house,
Not too tall nor too wide:
I’m glad the hovering butterflies
Feel free to come inside.
Our little house is a friendly house,
It is not shy or vain;
It gossips with the talking trees,
And makes friends with the rain.
And quick leaves cast a shimmer of green
Against our whited walls,
And in the phlox, the courteous bees
Are paying duty calls.
By Christopher Darlington Morley
Christopher Darlington Morley was born on 5 May 1890 in Haverford, Pennsylvania, United States of America. He became a journalist, a novelist, an essayist, a poet, a lecturer, and a producer of stage theater. He was a founder and long-time contributing editor of the “Saturday Review of Literature.” Christopher Darlington Morley passed on at 66 years of age on 28 March 1957 in Roslyn, New York, United States of America.
I’m glad our house is a little house,
Not too tall nor too wide:
I’m glad the hovering butterflies
Feel free to come inside.
Our little house is a friendly house,
It is not shy or vain;
It gossips with the talking trees,
And makes friends with the rain.
And quick leaves cast a shimmer of green
Against our whited walls,
And in the phlox, the courteous bees
Are paying duty calls.
By Christopher Darlington Morley
Christopher Darlington Morley was born on 5 May 1890 in Haverford, Pennsylvania, United States of America. He became a journalist, a novelist, an essayist, a poet, a lecturer, and a producer of stage theater. He was a founder and long-time contributing editor of the “Saturday Review of Literature.” Christopher Darlington Morley passed on at 66 years of age on 28 March 1957 in Roslyn, New York, United States of America.
