IT was just like everything else in life: Something outside myself drew me down, My own strength never failed me. Why, there was the time I earned the money With which to go away to school, And my father suddenly needed help And I had to give him all of it. Just so it went till I ended up A man-of-all-work in Spoon River. Thus when I got the water-tower cleaned, And they hauled me up the seventy feet, I unhooked the rope from my waist, And laughingly flung my giant arms Over the smooth steel lips of the top of the tower -- But they slipped from the treacherous slime, And down, down, down, I plunged Through bellowing darkness! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VALEDICTION: OF WEEPING by JOHN DONNE A TRIBUTE OF GRASSES by HAMLIN GARLAND PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 89, 90. MU'HTI, MANI'H by EDWIN ARNOLD ON CYNTHIA, SINGING A RECITATIVE PIECE OF MUSIC by PHILIP AYRES THE FELLOWSHIP by KATHARINE LEE BATES NOT UNDERSTOOD by THOMAS BRACKEN SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 4. HER STORIES by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |