Author Peter H. Lee Boy, gather your straw basket, the sun sets on the western hills. The fern that grew last night may be already withered. What should I eat in morning and evening if there are no fiddleheads? Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments