“There Will Come Soft Rains” by

Sara Teasdale (1884 –1933). I first read it in a short story by Ray Bradbury with the same title. In his story, an automated house reads this poem.

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,

And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,

And wild plum trees in tremulous white,

Robins will wear their feathery fire

Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one

Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree

If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,

Would scarcely know that we were gone.

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Here are a few poems that I have liked:

⚡️My Law poem by Tieme Ranapiri

⚡️Desiderata by Max Ehrmann

⚡️The Invitation from Oriah Mountain Dreamer

⚡️The Guy in the Glass by Dale Wimbrow

⚡️Muere Lentamente by Martha Medeiros

⚡️If by Rudyard Kipling

⚡️Pick More Daisies by Nadine Stair

⚡️After A While by Veronica Shoffstall

⚡️On Children by Kahlil Gibran

⚡️The Lady of Shalott by Alfred Tennyson

⚡️The Man from Snowy River by Banjo Paterson

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