The Orange
The sky is a greedy child
Who holds one
Yellow orange in her hand:
It is the sun.
She holds it primly:
Then, hid from sight,
All in the darkness,
Eats it at night.
I Almost Got to Fairyland One Day—
I almost got to Fairyland, one day—
I walked out straight along the sun-path, so.
And there were little hummings in the world,
And moving things went through the grass, and all
The air was just as glad as if there were
A party, somewhere, at a fairy's house.
I knew they had a party, and I knew
That they had kept a seat for me, if I
Could only find the right turn in the road.
I was so near to Fairyland, so near
That I could almost hear the fairy gates
Swing open for me, waiting—just for me.
I was so near to Fairyland—and then,
Just then, I heard my mother calling me;
"Come in to supper, dear," I heard her call;
And so I never got to Fairyland.
I know that there are fairies, though, because
I almost got to Fairyland one day.
Untrained Trains
A train should never jump the track;
Such rude behavior shows a lack
Of poise—it's really a disgrace!
A train should know its proper place!