You watch me primly sewing here, But you would never guess How far my vagrant heart has fled From this palin aptterned dress. You think this house holds all of me Within its painted walls, And never guess a part of me Runs where the high road calls. You see my stitches deftly neat, Yet you may never know If some gay strolling lad should ask How very quick I'd go. I'd lay my silver thimble down And run with singing feet Till I had come to that far place Where road and blue sky meet! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOT SIX DIFFERENCES by MARVIN BELL THEY ACCUSE ME OF NOT TALKING by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE ORANGE PICKER by DAVID IGNATOW THE BARMAID AND THE ALEXANDRITE by KAREN SWENSON IN THE CARPENTER'S SHOP by SARA TEASDALE |