Poetry: I Will Make You Brooches

I Will Make You Brooches
–Robert Louis Stevenson.

I will make you brooches and toys for your delight
Of bird-song at morn­ing and star-shine at night.
I will make a palace fit for you and me
Of green days in forests and blue days at sea.

I will make my kitchen, and you shall keep your room,
Where white flows the riv­er and bright blows the broom,
And you shall wash your linen and keep your body white
In rain­fall at morn­ing and dew­fall at night.

And this shall be for music when no one else is near,
The fine song for singing, the rare song to hear!
That only I remem­ber, that only you admire,
Of the broad road that stretch­es and the road­side fire.

Cyn is a proud Mommy & Mémé, professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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