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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PLAYMATE, by BURGES JOHNSON Poet's Biography
First Line: I barked beneath his window, 'come and play!'
Last Line: There's nothing left to do but wait—and wait.
Subject(s): Animals; Children; Dogs; Pets; Play; Childhood
First Line: I barked beneath his window, 'come and play!'
Last Line: There's nothing left to do but wait—and wait.
Subject(s): Animals; Children; Dogs; Pets; Play; Childhood
I barked beneath his window, "Come and play!"
I scratched so lightly at his nursery door.
I whimpered softly in the passageway—
He never failed to answer me before.
I've saved the willow whip his fingers peeled;
The stick he used to throw is by the pool;
The butterflies are waiting in the field
Beside the grassy path that led to school.
It is so long since last we romped and ran.
How proud I was to guard his door of late!
I've called to him in every way I can.
There's nothing left to do but wait—and wait.
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