SOMETIMES I think I'd like to roam, A sailor bold across the sea, But how could Mother stay at home And be so very far from me? For who would sing my sleepy song, And tuck me in my sailor bed, And say God watches all night long, And kiss me when my prayers are said? I wonder if the sailor lad Is very, very lonely when The loud wind blows; and is he sad, And does he long for home again? So, after all, I would not roam, Until I'm eight to seas afar, While I am seven I'll stay at home Where Mother and her kisses are. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE GARDEN AT THE DAWN HOUR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DEDICATION OF THE FIRST SONNETS TO A FRIEND ... by GEORGE SANTAYANA BUCOLIC COMEDY: SERENADE by EDITH SITWELL A SENSE OF DIRECTION by KAREN SWENSON |