A MEADOW TRAGEDY

By Dora Sigerson Shorter

Here’ s a meadow full of sunshine

Ripe grasses lush and high;

There’ s a reaper on the roadway,

And a lark hangs in the sky.

There’ s a nest of love enclosing

Three little beaks that cry;

The reapers in the meadow

And a lark hangs in the sky.

Here’ s a mead all full of summer,

And tragedy goes by

With a knife amongst the grasses,

And a song up in the sky.