Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, OLD HOME, by IRENE KIRBY SURENSON


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First Line: There is nothing here of the obvious to show
Last Line: The stories of children, sprawled on a grain of sand.
Subject(s): Home


There is nothing here of the obvious to show
That once we breathed this lonely, alien air.
Not a rose nor bridal path -- These come and go
With romance of other days, and dreams more fair
Than these of the narrowing trail of the western slope.
Nothing is here but a tale of a setting sun
That shadows toward the East in lingering hope,
Emerging in mist from a river wild and dun.

Here is the teller of tales whose tale is told
Of passing ghosts who frisk in transient wind.
Here is the child, whose laughter now grown old
Is memory the sombre days have thinned ...
Father of scribes, who writes with unfaltering hand
The stories of children, sprawled on a grain of sand.





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