I HEAR an old man's voice Talking, talking Far off. It sounds like a brook Murmuring over stones As it winds in and out Among meadow grasses Where bees are humming. On and on the brook goes. I kneel down at its edge Listening, Listening To the dreamy sound. The brook goes on Across the meadow wide Until it reaches two high rocks Between which it slips out of sight To a land I cannot see. I hear an old man's voice Talking, talking Far off. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAIRY TALE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD PORTRAIT OF A BOY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE MOUNTAIN by HAYDEN CARRUTH DREAM LIFE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON JOY (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SOLDIER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 4. THE LOTTERY GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON NOBODY'S LOOKIN' BUT DE OWL AND DE MOON (A NEGRO SERENADE) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |