All day they are hurrying off to the Fair; We'll let them pass by us, no whit do we care Though they beckon and shout from each gay wagon-load; We'll turn from the highway and take the wood road. Each hawker is calling the folks to his ware, And there's pushing and crowding all over the Fair As if some great river its banks had o'er flowed; So we'll turn from the highway and take the wood road. They tell me there's wonderful sights at the Fair, But there's nothing so fine as your lips and your hair; Your eyes they shine brighter than stars ever glowed, So we'll turn from the highway and take the wood road. They're spending their money like mad at the Fair, But I'm saving mine for a house you will share. 'Twill be with you in it a splendid abode, So we'll turn from the highway and take the wood road. 'Tis the day of the year, they all say, at the Fair, But the day of our wedding you'll see the folks stare For you're sweet as a rose, as a meadow new-mowed; Then we'll turn from the highway and take the wood road. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ELEPHANT by HILAIRE BELLOC THE RHINOCEROS by HILAIRE BELLOC CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS VISION by HAYDEN CARRUTH A PORTRAIT OF MY ROOF by JAMES GALVIN YOUTH'S PROGENY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 5. MARYLAND by CLARENCE MAJOR |