One day when I went walking Down there in Tyler's lane, I found a cur'yus pathway @3That was never there again.@1 I wish I could remember Which way the pathway led But every time I try, it seems To hide behind my head. I know it had strange flowers, Its birds were strange and shy, And there I passed a little child Who seemed as strange as I. His eyes were like the eyes of birds That always have been free— I did not speak to him at all, He did not speak to me, But, suddenly, I seemed to know Something I had forgot— And now I never can be sure Whether I did or not! (I'd almost think I dreamed it, Only I lost my hat— A quick wind came and blew it off— You can't dream things like that!) I like my little playmates, I like my brother Jim, But when I find that stranger child I'd rather play with him! Perhaps, if I just wait around, The path will come again— That's why I often go to walk Down there in Tyler's lane. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IMAGINARY ANCESTORS: THE GIRAFFE WOMAN OF BURMA by MADELINE DEFREES LA NOCHE TRISTE by ROBERT FROST COMPANIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CURTAIN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON UTOPIA by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |