LONESOME? Well, I guess so! This place is mighty blue; The silence of the empty rooms Jes' palpitates with — you. The day has lost its beauty, The sun's a-shinin' pale; I'll round up my belongin's An' I guess I'll hit the trail. Out there in the sage-brush A-harkin' to the "Coo-oo" Of the wild dove in his matin' I can think alone of you. Perhaps a gaunt coyote Will go a-lopin' by An' linger on the mountain ridge An' cock his wary eye. An' when the evenin' settles, A-waitin' for the dawn Perhaps I'll hear the ground owl: "She's gone — she's gone — she's gone!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LETTER TO A POLICEMAN IN KANSAS CITY by KENNETH PATCHEN TO E. T.: 1917 by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE JEALOUS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SONGS OF TRAVEL: 45. TO S.R. CROCKETT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON ON AN INTAGLIO HEAD OF MINERVA (2) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PSALM 70 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SUBJECT LOVE, FOR THE VASE AT BATHEASTON VILLA by JANE BOWDLER |