I have mentioned this little book, from my years of elementary school titled,
“Kate Greenaway’s Birthday Book.” I like to read the names (Susan, Sandy,
and Allison…) of ones who I knew back then and when their birthdays were.
I enjoyed reading and choosing little verses to share with you.
The pen and ink drawings, with watercolor details, were created by Kate
Greenaway. The verses in this timeless book of collected short poems, one for
each day of the year, were written by “Mrs. Sale Barker.” This book was published
first in London, England, followed by New York City, NY, by Frederick Warne
Summer is a time to enjoy nature’s restful places.
All kinds of activity choices I remember from my childhood like. . .
climbing trees, sitting by a brook or creek, seeing fields of wild flowers
with bees and butterflies flitting above them. The luxurious feelings
of being filled with a combination of warm sunshine followed by cool
It was a time of innocence, play and learning from everything around
Hope you enjoy this collection of six Summer poems. After reading
through about 90 days’ of Summer verses, I feel these are the ones
you will enjoy the most! They fill me with memories and nostalgia.
“I’m rather idle, as you see
I sit upon the ground;
And all the world seems made for me
As it turns round and round.”
“I lie beside the running stream,
And watch the clouds, and rest and dream:
A jug with water by me stands,
Which I have filled with my own hands.”
“Blossoms, blossoms on the trees
Swinging in the Summer breeze,
Lending sweetness to the air,
To be shed on children fair.”
“A pretty tree, a shady tree,
Just casts its shadow around:
And we can go and sit beneath,
If we don’t mind the ground.”
“Little flowers of the field,
To me you tell a tale,
Of blooms upon the hill side,
Of blossoms in the vale.”
In this fifth one, I remember how we would say we had traveled
up hill and down, ‘hills and dales.’ But, I had to pause a moment
to remember that “vale” means, ‘valley.’
“How I love the field flowers,
Blooming bright and gay!
How I love the green, green fields,
To wander there all day!”
I remember making rings of daisies for bracelets, necklaces and
“crowns” in elementary school. Later, in high school, when I was
not working as a babysitter or at Lord Nelson’s Restaurant in
Westlake, Ohio, I remember plucking daisy petals off, one by one,
saying the silly words, “He loves me, he loves me not. . .” while
throwing them into a creek. The field flowers I loved the most
were those blue cornflowers and Queen Anne’s Lace.
Did any of these quaint verses bring back any memories for you?