English poem
My first is made of clay
by Carolyn Wells (1862–1942)
My first is made of clay And holds a growing palm; My second brings a day When all the air seems balm; My whole is quite a clever feat Performed by many a young athlete.
More by Carolyn Wells
- My first grows by the riverside
- My first is black and white and blue and red
- My first is given and received, a blessing and a bane
- My first is good when it ’s alone
- My first is my last, and my first is my whole
- My first is often broken, ’t is so frail
- My first is old and yellow
- My first is the well known historical home