Changing Clothes

 

I tried the farmer’s hat to wear,

It didn’t fit,

A trifle small upon my hair,

Too floppy writ.

I could not get accustomed there,

I took it off.

 

I tried the dancer’s shoes, a pair,

Too loose unfit,

Not made for strolling through the air,

Not mine, a bit.

They felt askew and did impair,

I kicked them off.

 

I tried the sun, a summer fair,

It felt so good,

The warmth embraced in gentle care,

As sunshine should.

The grass laid bare beneath my feet,

’Neath Nature’s best,

The clothes she lends, a fitting suite,

In them, I’m dressed.