DID you ever find out Which one of the O'Brien boys it was Who snapped the toy pistol against my hand? There when the flags were red and white In the breeze and "Bucky" Estil Was firing the cannon brought to Spoon River From Vicksburg by Captain Harris; And the lemonade stands were running And the band was playing, To have it all spoiled By a piece of a cap shot under the skin of my hand, And the boys all crowding about me saying: "You'll die of lock-jaw, Charlie, sure." Oh, dear! oh, dear! What chum of mine could have done it? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LIMBO by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE MAYFLOWER [DECEMBER 21, 1620] by ERASTUS WOLCOTT ELLSWORTH LEARNING TO READ by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER THE TESTAMENT OF CRESSEID by ROBERT HENRYSON EXODUS FOR OREGON by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER A TERRE (BEING THE PHILOSOPHY OF MANY SOLDIERS) by WILFRED OWEN |