Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON RECEIVING A SOUVENIR POSTCARD, by EFFIE WALLER SMITH Poet's Biography First Line: On the little desk before me Last Line: And we're chums and lovers still. Subject(s): Postal Service; Youth; Postmen; Post Office; Mail; Mailmen | ||||||||
On the little desk before me A pictured post-card lies, Fondly I'm looking at it With saddened tear-dimmed eyes. The postman came this morning And brought this card to me, It was sent from Kentucky, where My childhood's home used to be. The rustic scene in black and white, Imperfect tho' and small, Engraved upon this post-card, Might not interest you at all. You may not care to look at it, What matter if you don't; Your not having any interest, for This pictured post-card won't. Make less for me the memories And thoughts of "ye olden tyme," Freighted with love and tenderness And which to-day entwine. Fondly around my yearning heart As with tear-dimmed eyes I gaze At this bit of scenery and think Over my childhood days. I think of one in particular Who has figured so much in my life, One to whom I was playmate in childhood Afterward sweetheart and wife. There's the winding Sandy river And the "Big Rocks" by its side, Where together we've sat fishing, Or looking across the tide. Have wondered at the steamboats Painted in colors gay On the other side of the river Smoking and puffing away. Or at the town in the distant Sometimes we'd sit and gaze And dream bright dreams of the future -- Air castles of childhood days. And if our thoughts and opinions On matters would differ then, We'd fall out and quarrel, but always Would forgive and make up again. There's the "forks" in the old country road Shaded with sycamores cool, Where each afternoon we parted On our way home from school. And he, always courteous and gallant With manly pride and grace, Would carry my books and lunch pail To this our parting place. Those days are gone, forever gone, Those care-free days of childhood, Yet, I would not call them back to live Over again if I could. For he, my childhood's playmate, My girlhood's lover and chum, Still walks life's pathway with me And for many years we've come Sometimes through darkened valleys, Sometimes on the mountain's height, Sometimes 'neath cloud-hung heavens, Sometimes in the sunshine bright. We are closely united now, For we're married and we feel Each other's interests more keenly And we're chums and lovers still. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GETTING THE MAIL by GALWAY KINNELL THE DE CARLO LOTS by ANNE WALDMAN OPPOSITES: 37 by RICHARD WILBUR A GOOD-BYE by EFFIE WALLER SMITH |
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