Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NEEDLE TRAVEL, by MARGARET FRENCH PATTON First Line: I sit at home and sew Last Line: Is not the path I tread. Alternate Author Name(s): Jones, Thomas Archer, Mrs. Subject(s): Sewing | ||||||||
I sit at home and sew, I ply my needle and thread, But the trip around the garment's hem Is not the path I tread; My stitches neat, With their rhythmic beat, Keep time to very different feet, On a different journey sped. Now, glad heart Tip-toe, tip-toe, They must not hear you, They must not know, They must not follow where you go. Bare, brown feet on the dusty road, Unbound body free of its load, Limbs that need no stinging goad Step, step out on the dusty road. Friends to greet on the jolly road, Lopeing rabbit, and squatting toad, Beetle, trundling along with your load; Hey, little friends, Good-day, good-morrow, You see me to-day, You forget me to-morrow. Time to chase you across the road, Lopeing rabbit, and poke you, toad, Upset you, beetle with your load; Hey, little friends, Good-day. Bare, brown feet in the shelving pool, Unbound body, relaxed and cool, Limbs lying bare and beautiful; Hey, green pool, Good-day, good-morrow, You hold me to-day, You forget me to-morrow. Time to float in you, rapt and cool, Swim the rapids above you, pool, Dive in your waters bountiful; Hey, sweet friend, Good-day. I sit at home and sew, I ply my needle and thread, But the trip around the garment's hem Is not the path I tread. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOOKS AND EYES by KAREN SWENSON I SIT AND SEW by ALICE RUTH MOORE DUNBAR-NELSON THE SEAMSTRESS by HENRI BARBUSSE JOURNEYS by AGNES MACCARTHY HICKEY A MOTHER'S HOPES by BURGES JOHNSON |
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