1 o the rain drop drop drop drop o the farmers' little sons o the landlord Bu-Sukri o the trip down by the river o his tumble down the well o his mother's red tarboosh o the one-eyed man one-eyed down the silo in the dark 2 the wind the wind o the bellows o my uncle o the bellows it's the blacksmith's bellows blacksmith gropes his way around then calls out children o my children in the forest they call Papa buy a shirt or Papa buy a black shirt shirt with carrot-colored sleeves we eat it all up whatever there is to eat Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RETIREMENT; TO MR. IZAAK WALTON by CHARLES COTTON THE MYSTERIOUS CAT by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE FOOL AND THE POET by ALEXANDER POPE SAINT TERESA'S BOOK-MARK by THERESA OF AVILA A CLEAR MIDNIGHT by WALT WHITMAN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 10. AL-JABBAR by EDWIN ARNOLD SONG FOR THE NEWBORN by MARY HUNTER AUSTIN |