In the Poppy Field
by James Stephens
Mad Patsy said, he said to me,
That every morning he could see
An angel walking on the sky;
Across the sunny skies of morn
He threw great hanfuls far and nigh
Of poppy seed among the corn;
--And then, he said, the angels run
To see the poppies in the sun.
A poopy is a devil weed,
I said to him--he disagreed:
He said the devil had no hand
In spreading flowers tall and fair
By corn adn rye and meadow land,
And gurth and barrow everwhere:
The devil has not any flower
But only money in his power.
And then he stretched out in the sun
And rolled upon his back for fun!
He kicked his legs and roared for joy
Because the sun was shining down!
He said he was a little boy
And wouldn't work for any clown!
He ran and laughed behind a bee,
And danced for very ecstasy!
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