Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, STORY, by GEORGE ADDISON SCARBROUGH


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First Line: Eastanalle was short of men like him, thank god


Eastanalle was short of men like him, thank God.
He did not live beyond the white cliff for nothing.
It was dangerous to walk there, because he lay
On his bed and shot with small direction at the sky.

Being with narrow plateau circumscribed,
Wind-limited only, he found the east, the south,
The west, the north, a beautiful blue target.
He practiced long. He had a rifle, it was declared.

He shot the curly knots out of the ceiling,
Out of the walls, and then shot through the holes,
Lying toes-up the total length of summer.
He had a pistol, it was declared more than once, not a rifle.

It was dangerous to walk there. No one did.
Until the shots ceased for a week and over.
Then the posse, circling the white plateau,
Came to the sieved room freckled with sun.

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