ALL day I play at Hop-Scotch And hop and hop and hop, And when I go to bed at night I dream I cannot stop, And all the world and everything Is one big hop-scotch square, With just one tired little girl Hopping and hopping there! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEW YEAR'S EVE by DAVID IGNATOW LOST ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MAN WITH THE WOODEN LEG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE AWAKENING by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE POET (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG |