I was playing with my hoop along the road Just where the bushes are, when, suddenly, I heard a shout. -- I ran away and stowed Myself beneath a bush, and watched to see What made the noise, and then, around the bend, A woman came. She was old! She was wrinkle-faced! She had big teeth! -- The end Of her red shawl caught on a bush and rolled Right off her, and her hair fell down. -- Her face Was white, and awful, and her eyes looked sick, And she was talking queer. "O God of Grace!" Said she, "where is the child?" and flew back quick The way she came, and screamed, and shook her hands! ...Maybe she was a witch from foreign lands! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND'S SONG FOR SIMOISIUS by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY ENVOY, TO 'MORE SONGS FROM VAGABONDIA' by RICHARD HOVEY LEE TO THE REAR [MAY 12, 1864] by JOHN REUBEN THOMPSON VERSES FOR A GUEST ROOM by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SATIRE: 6 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS VERSES TO RHYME WITH 'ROSE' (2) by JANE AUSTEN VERSES, OCCASIONED BY AN AFFECTING INSTANCE OF SUDDEN DEATH by BERNARD BARTON |