DRIFTWOOD gathered here and there Along the beach of time; Now and then a chip of truth 'Mid boards and boughs of rhyme; Driftwood gathered day by day, -- The cypress and the oak, -- Twigs that in some former time From sturdy home trees broke. Did this wood come floating thick All along down "Injin Crik?" Or did kind tides bring it thee From the past's receding sea Down the stream of memory? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 15 by CONRAD AIKEN OVID, OLD BUDDY, I WOULD DISCOURSE WITH YOU A WHILE by HAYDEN CARRUTH LA NOCHE TRISTE by ROBERT FROST TO HENRY LINCOLN JOHNSON - LAWYER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE by EMMA LAZARUS FLEMING HELPHENSTINE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: ST. CLOUD, MINNESOTA by KAREN SWENSON |