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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY SON'S SON TO HIS SON'S SON - PERHAPS, by MABEL RUTHERFORD BRIDGES First Line: See that lovely, stately thing! Last Line: And write of trees. Subject(s): Grandchildren; Pine Trees; Grandsons; Granddaughters | |||
See that lovely, stately thing! Once a poet sweet did sing About its beauty rare! Those were days, O son of mine, When that tree -- they call the pine -- Grew as thick as this dark dust That's in the air! And someone thought it would be fine To take the trees, they call the pine, And make silk hose -- Like magic, cities soon were built, They played the project to the hilt -- But hold your nose! The pulp mills where they make all these Do scent the air and spoil the breeze, But other things That people seem to think they need Are made; like magazines to read, That culture brings. So fell the trees that sheltered birds; We make pulp for the printed words, And write of Trees. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NURSING HOME: THE VISIT by KAREN SWENSON TO ALFRED TENNYSON, MY GRANDSON by ALFRED TENNYSON DIPPING CANDLES IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY GRANNIE'S DREAM: A TRUE INCIDENT by JANET HAMILTON FLEUR DE LYS by CORINNE HUNTINGTON JACKSON SAMANTHA QUITS GROWING by FLEDA BROWN JACKSON GRANDCHILD by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER BLACKBERRIES FOR AMELIA by RICHARD WILBUR COLLEGE DRINKING SONG by GEORGE SANTAYANA |
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