Along the dusty road to Farmer Brown, I chanced to meet a dusty peddler dame Who stopped at every farm to sell her wares Almost worn out from handling. She saw me come And I, a little scared, sped by so fast She missed her chance of asking me to look Among her things. "Oh, miss," I heard her shriek, "I've something here to sell!" She frightened me The more. I could not turn; my heart beat fast, And when I came within the house she turned And walked the path that I had walked. She knocked And mother answered her with, "Come right in -- I'll see your things," and I looked on in wonder. "A dime for this; five cents for this and that," The peddler woman mumbled while mother Picked out some things. She left with a nod at me And said, "See I'm not dangerous at all!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN MAY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 8 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN HYMN FOR ALL SAINTS DAY IN THE MORNING by HENRY ALFORD EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 29. ALL NOT WORTH A REWARD by PHILIP AYRES SONNETS ON EMINENT CHARACTERS: 1. TO THE HONORABLE MR. ERSKINE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |