I have a hedge; to passers by It's just a boundary, but to me It spells a meager recompense For storied lands I'll never see. Always in books I lived and rode With hunter, horn, lean hounds, and fox Through meadows bound with English hedge -- Past gardens framed in yew or box. Though England I may never see, Nor hear the lark's clear call at dawn, Yet I've a hedgerow neatly clipped Around a bit of Kansas Lawn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ETERNITY BLUES by HAYDEN CARRUTH THEY HAVEN'T HEARD THE WEST IS OVER by JAMES GALVIN WHEN I RISE UP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE GUARDIAN OF THE RED DISK (SPOKEN BY A CITIZEN OF MALTA - 1300) by EMMA LAZARUS |