Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LOST CHILD, by ST. CLAIR ADAMS First Line: Twas on the balmy day Last Line: "I'm here, ma."" it was willie." Subject(s): Mothers | ||||||||
'T WAS on the balmy day Set for the sports aquatic And people lounged about In multitudes chaotic When rising from her brood, In accents frantic, thrilly, An ancient woman cried: "Where's Willie? Oh, where's Willie?" From all that concourse vast A groan rose as men pondered What frightful things befall A helpless child that's wandered. It might in forests stray, Or for a water-lily Reach out its hand, and fall. Wild eyes looked round for Willie. Then, as from out the deep A vast whale heaves its shoulder, Rose from the throng a man Full forty years or older Who weighed two hundred pounds. He looked uncommon silly As out he called, "I'm here-- I'm here, ma." It was Willie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY MOTHER'S HANDS by ANDREW HUDGINS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS IN THE 25TH YEAR OF MY MOTHER'S DEATH by JUDY JORDAN THE PAIDLIN' WEAN by ALEXANDER ANDERSON BLASTING FROM HEAVEN by PHILIP LEVINE THE ALCHEMIST by ST. CLAIR ADAMS |
|