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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BUCK, by JOHN RUSSELL MCCARTHY First Line: The rains are cold and long Last Line: Waits on the hill | |||
The rains are cold and long But their grass is sweet And after the grass is gone There are leaves to eat. Be still and hide when the fire And the sting-flies rule; But when these sleep the woods And waters are cool. The two-legged thing and the leaper Smell of flesh, But most of the scents on the wind Are friendly and fresh. The musky fighter with borns Is a thief to kill, But the stirring soft-eyed one Waits on the hill | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HILLS by JOHN RUSSELL MCCARTHY LOC TANSER by JOHN RUSSELL MCCARTHY MEMORIES by JOHN RUSSELL MCCARTHY SNAKE by JOHN RUSSELL MCCARTHY SPARK OUT OF HEAVEN by JOHN RUSSELL MCCARTHY AUGUST FIRST by HAYDEN CARRUTH CAVE PAINTING by HAYDEN CARRUTH LEEDLE YAWCOB STRAUSS by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS SONG AT THE FEAST OF BROUGHAM CASTLE; UPON RSTORATION OF LORD CLIFFORD by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |
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