Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE VAGABOND, by ANNA GERNANDT FURNESS First Line: He's only a vagabond, and from place to place does roam Last Line: He has no worries, and he is free. Subject(s): Wandering & Wanderers; Wanderlust; Vagabonds; Tramps; Hoboes | ||||||||
He's only a vagabond, and from place to place does roam. A small bundle holds his possessions. He has no place that he calls "home, sweet home". He walks along wearily, and slow is his gait, No loving, smiling faces for him at home do wait. Wherever he hangs his hat to him is home -- Be it woods, meadow or barn -- For he's free and contented and feels no alarm. His meals are easily prepared (maybe a mulligan stew), Or he goes from door to door to see how well he will do. His hair is unkempt, his clothes tattered and torn, The soles on his shoes are thinly worn. Expenses to him are just a great joke, He has no bills, -- he's always broke. But that's the only life for him, you see: He has no worries, and he is free. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUMS, ON WAKING by JAMES DICKEY A FOLK SINGER OF THE THIRTIES by JAMES DICKEY WANDERER IN A FOREIGN COUNTRY by CLARENCE MAJOR THE WANDERER by WYSTAN HUGH AUDEN LONG GONE by STERLING ALLEN BROWN BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON A VAGABOND SONG by BLISS CARMAN SUNSET by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE IRISH RAPPAREES; A PEASANT BALLAD OF 1691 by CHARLES GAVAN DUFFY |
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