Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WEE CHRISTY CAREW, by AGNES ITA HANRAHAN First Line: There wor ponies a sellin' 'way up in moysan Last Line: A mindin' I'm thinkin'wee christy carew! Subject(s): Children; Girls; Ponies; Childhood | ||||||||
There wor ponies a sellin' 'way up in Moysan; Ay, an' ponies a buyin' aroun' by Lough Rann; But little Dap Grey an' her out on the grass Stood waitin' on childer to school for to pass; Ay, in troth, an' she knew His swift foot in the dew; Wid his books in a strap, An' a finger'd ould map, An' rosiest applesoch Christy Carew! There wor ponies a cant'rin' roun' hills in a race; Ay, but pony-carts comin' kep' slack'nin' their pace! Och! little Dap Grey saw the black horses pass An' somethin' a shoulder'd by men after Mass! Maybe rightly she knew, Like his step in the dew; For she quit for to look Jist for apple or book, A mindin' I'm thinkin'wee Christy Carew! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN CHILDREN SELECTING BOOKS IN A LIBRARY by RANDALL JARRELL COME TO THE STONE ... by RANDALL JARRELL THE LOST WORLD by RANDALL JARRELL A SICK CHILD by RANDALL JARRELL CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON THE DEATH OF FRIENDS IN CHILDHOOD by DONALD JUSTICE THE POET AT SEVEN by DONALD JUSTICE BRAUGHAN by AGNES ITA HANRAHAN |
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