I know a lad, a sailor free, Whose good ship drifts right merrily To seek a vast and distant land, With every fate at his command. I know a lad, a warrior bold, Who conquers every foe foretold; Like leaves beneath the whirlwind's sway, The baffled enemy flee away. I know a lad, a builder grand, Who shapes fine castles out of sand, With moats and bridges, turrets high, And gardens that delight the eye. All these pursuits and many more Employ my busy lad of four, Who lives in realms of make-believe From happy morn till drowsy eve. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WINTER NIGHT by WILLIAM BARNES IN ROMNEY MARSH by JOHN DAVIDSON GROWING GRAY by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON THE COUNTRY FAITH by NORMAN ROWLAND GALE THE WOODLARK by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ON A BUST OF DANTE by THOMAS WILLIAM PARSONS TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 8. DEPARTURE by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE |