I went to the dances at Chandlerville, And played snap-out at Winchester. One time we changed partners, Driving home in the moonlight of middle June, And then I found Davis. We were married and lived together for seventy years, Enjoying, working, raising the twelve children, Eight of whom we lost Ere I had reached the age of sixty. I spun, I wove, I kept the house, I nursed the sick, I made the garden, and for holiday Rambled over the fields where sang the larks, And by Spoon River gathering many a shell, And many a flower and medicinal weed -- Shouting to the wooded hills, singing to the green valleys, At ninety-six I had lived enough, that is all, And passed to a sweet repose. What is this I hear of sorrow and weariness, Anger, discontent and drooping hopes? Degenerate sons and daughters, Life is too strong for you -- It takes life to love life. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EGERTON MANUSCRIPT: 102 by THOMAS WYATT BIRD AND BROOK by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES LESSER EPISTLES: TO BERNARD LINTOTT by JOHN GAY SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMANDA BARKER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FACADE: 27. WHEN SIR BEELZEBUB by EDITH SITWELL BLIND by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE |