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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON OUR STREET, by LOUISE GOODSON
First Line: We almost know the season of the year
Last Line: From nearly naked salesmen ten years old.
Subject(s): Seasons
First Line: We almost know the season of the year
Last Line: From nearly naked salesmen ten years old.
Subject(s): Seasons
We almost know the season of the year
By what the boys are doing on our street.
In fall it's always football; then we hear
Shouts and thudding of their heavy feet.
In winter it is sleds and maybe skis,
Cries of delight when someone takes a "spill".
In spring it's flying kites, and then one sees
Our boys on stilts showing each his skill.
In summer there is sure to be a stand
Where muddy-looking lemonade is sold
For only a cent a glass, we understand,
From nearly naked salesmen ten years old.
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