BY chance I heard some person say 'The fire went through the Spur to-day!' This information called a pause Upon the daily round, because About a week before this flare I met a Kookaburra there. He had deep laughter in his eyes, And he was fearless, friendly, wise. Once I was over-joyed to find A little dish of bacon-rind. He met me with it by the fence And his excitement was intense. He ate my imitation worms Most gratefully, but missed the squirms. Some folk may doubt that, but I know; We understood each other so! That he was married I had proof Although his people kept aloof. I know; for oft his features took That puzzled, married sort of look. His lady trusted her home-tree More than she ever trusted me. And when they said the fire was through It seemed the only thing to do To take a car that very night And learn if Johnny was alright; And in the blackened copse we shared, To ask him how the twins had fared. But though it seems I really should I fear it wouldn't do much good. Alas! The post he laughed upon, The stumps and woodshed all are gone. My house and his delightful crib All ashes like a penny squib! I feel that something should be done But can't think of a thing, not one. The Spring is coming round and then We may meet on the Spur again. But, Johnny, I would love to learn How you and yours fared in the burn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BURNING DAWN by HAYDEN CARRUTH A PECK OF GOLD by ROBERT FROST DELUSION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOW MY HEART SINKS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MATERNITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO TIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |