THE wires spread out far and wide, And cross the town and countryside, They cross through deserts and through snows, And pass the spots where no one goes. But though no feet go out that way A million words go every day; Along the wires everywhere A million words flash through the air. And if we're happy, if we're well, The wires far away can tell, The little words can cross all space And talk to friends in any place. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOT TRANSHISTORICAL DEATH, OR AT LEAST NOT QUITE by HAYDEN CARRUTH MEMORY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 30 by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: IRMA LEESE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |