His mother did not think about His pointed ears; her only doubt Was if she ought to love him best. When he was grown he never guessed Himself the reason he was not able To fit his legs beneath a table, Or why a four-walled room seemed small When he was short instead of tall. The office force all questioned why He hated towers and longed for sky; In spite of being city-bred, He yearned for leaves around his head. There was but one who knew, his wife, Who shared his cramped and puzzled life; His wife alone, who shared his sleep, Knew why it was he dreamed of sheep: One bright vacation day she found Him curled up neatly on the ground Where sturdy cattails and marshy weeds Were tangled among the yellow reeds; Unseen, she watched him work intently On some small thing; he held it gently Between his slender fingertips -- Then raised it shyly to his lips. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A GOODNIGHT by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS CAVALIER TUNES: BOOT AND SADDLE by ROBERT BROWNING A THOUGHT SUGGESTED BY A VIEW, OF SADDLEBACK IN CUMBERLAND by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE FUCHSIA HEDGES IN CONNACHT by PADRAIC COLUM ON THE ROAD by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR |