I've shoed my horse and fed my cow, And I am mending houses now; I think I'll be, when I am old, A farmer or a blacksmith bold. Unless I find that I prefer To be sometimes a carpenter. I've learned so much, though I am small, Perhaps I'll grow to be them all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT NIGHT; SONNET by AMY LOWELL THE ARABIAN SHAWL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD RAHEL TO VARNHAGEN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |