This is a poem by Emily Dickinson that I memorized, hope you like it!
A Day
I'll tell you how the sun rose,
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.
The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun.
Then I said softly to myself,
''That must have been the sun!'
But how he set, I know not.
There seemed a purple stile
Which little yellow boys and girls
Were climbing all the while
Till when they reached the other side.
A dominic in gray
Put gently up the evening bars,
And led the flock away.
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