Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TO MY MOTHER, by FLORANZ HILDRUP EMTAGE


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TO MY MOTHER, by                    
First Line: She walked a high road, I could see her there
Last Line: But this I know, that she still walks -- and sings.
Subject(s): Morning; Mothers; Roads; Singing & Singers; Walking; Paths; Trails; Songs


She walked a high road, I could see her there,
A prayer upon her lips, a flower in her hair,
Her skirt blew in the wind, her head was high,
She trod the earth, but seemed to breathe the sky,
And always she was singing as she went
A song of triumph and of rich content.

One morning early as we watched her there,
A prayer upon her lips, a flower in her hair,
Eagerly waiting for the break of day,
A sweep on sunrise came and carried her away;
She caught a glimpse of high roads further on,
And, looking back, went out to meet the dawn.

I cannot see her as she moves along,
But always, always, I can hear her song,
And somehow I am sure that now she knows
The reason why she's singing as she goes;
I cannot trace her reachless wanderings,
But this I know, that she still walks -- and sings.





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