A Song From A Sandhill Comments

'First a twinkle, then a sprinkle, and a drip, drip, drip.' - Nice!

Drip, drip, drip! the squatter wouldn't say ‘Thank God! ' so earnestly if he were camped in it to-day. 'Tis in at last: I knew it! there's a pool about my hip: Oh, 'tis maddening and sadd'ning, with its drip, drip, drip! ....beautiful song which are growing up like the beautiful devotional hymn; pleasure to read; beautiful poetic words weaving;

Rain, rain, rain! and the day is nearly done: I wonder shall we see another rising of the sun? Has the sky shut down and stifled him; or will he come again And stop the cursed clatter of this rain, rain, rain? A great poem indeed. tony

With sound of rain outside, wonderful to read this poem of lovely barn side imagery.