I Like the Simple Things of Every Day
I like the simple things of every day,
The sun when it shines through the plate-glass door,
And breaks into rainbows that dance and play
On books in their cases, and rugs on the floor.
I like the lace doily on my rocking chair,
The restful lines of the well-worn divan
To which, when weary, I often repair
to regain my vigor, or to read, or plan.
I like red roses in a crystal vase,
Centering the table of spotless white
And around the board in accustomed place,
The faces of those most dear to my sight.
I find endless pleasure in simple things,
Faith, and laughter, and the love of a friend,
Neither fame nor luxury ever brings,
Blessings like these that endure to the end.
By Laressa Cox McBurney
Published in Prairie Panorama in 1938
12 posted on 11/10/2003 6:55:54 AM PST by JustAmy