Around bend after bend, It was blown woods and no end. I came to but one house I made but the one fnend. At the one house a chIld was out Who drew back at first In doubt, But spoke to me In a gale That blew so he had to shout. His cheek smeared with apple sand~ A part apple in his hand, He pOInted on up the road As one haVIng war-command. A parent, his gentler one, Looked forth on her small son, And wondered with me there What now was being done. His accent was not good But I slowly understood. Something where I could go He couldn't but I could. He was too young to go, Not over four or so. VeIl, would I please go to school, And the big Hag they had-you know The bIg Hag, the red-whIteAnd blue Hag, the gleat sIghtHe bet It was out today, And would I see if he was right? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR ST. BARTHOLOMEW'S EVE by MALCOLM COWLEY THE SEA AND THE SKYLARK by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS A SOCIETY MARTYR by JOHN CLINTON ANTHONY THE LITTLE REBEL by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY MY FORE-ELDERS by WILLIAM BARNES THE BOOK OF GOD by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR |