Author Sir Herbert Read We scurry over the pastures chasing the windstrewn oak-leaves.We kissthe fresh petals of cowslips and primroses.We discover frog-spawn in the wet ditch. 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