WEATHER cock blowing whenever winds blow, Going where some one else wants you to go, I would not like always to have to do so. Perhaps it is fine to live up very high, And swing around often and look at the sky, But I think, after all, I would rather be I. I'd rather be I and live down here below, And wait when I like, and when I like go, But you must go always the way the winds blow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ORANGE PICKER by DAVID IGNATOW UNCLE JIM'S BAPTIST REVIVAL HYMN by SIDNEY LANIER THE MIDDLETON PLACE by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: THE VERDICT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SIMON SURNAMED PETER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EDITH CONANT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |