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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BUCK, by JOHN RUSSELL MCCARTHY
First Line: The rains are cold and long
Last Line: Waits on the hill
First Line: The rains are cold and long
Last Line: Waits on the hill
The rains are cold and long
But their grass is sweet
And after the grass is gone
There are leaves to eat.
Be still and hide when the fire
And the sting-flies rule;
But when these sleep the woods
And waters are cool.
The two-legged thing and the leaper
Smell of flesh,
But most of the scents on the wind
Are friendly and fresh.
The musky fighter with borns
Is a thief to kill,
But the stirring soft-eyed one
Waits on the hill
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