WE ride to Ankeny in a Ford Sedan to get some ice cream. The road is smooth as a Turkish carpet. Over on the hillside where the moon is steel-white, A hundred Dagos and Mexicans are resting -- A hundred tried bones are talking, "I maka two dollar a day." "No, I can no go with you. My wife she gonna have a kid pritty quick." "My girl an' me get married when I maka leetle mon'." @3There is more in a road than asphalt.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MINERVA JONES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS GOOD-BYE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: OSCAR HUMMEL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DILIGENCE IS TO MAGIC AS PROGRESS IS TO FLIGHT by MARIANNE MOORE THE STORY OF THE ASHES AND THE FLAME by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |