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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PRAIRIE VAGABOND, by JANE SLOAN First Line: Tumble-weed, / now gone to seed Last Line: With picket-fence for tether. Subject(s): Tumble-weeds | |||
Tumble-weed, Now gone to seed, Is light as any feather, Disciplined By straying wind, It capers with the weather. Rolled around, It comes aground With picket-fence for tether. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROM A PRAIRIE by BEATRICE BRISSMAN PORTRAIT: TUMBLE-WEEDS by ANNIE LAURIE SNORF I AM THE PEOPLE, THE MOB by CARL SANDBURG SIBLINGS OF A GRAYER SKY by NAVEED ALAM THE SECOND DAYES LAMENTATION OF THE AFFECTIONATE SHEPHEARD by RICHARD BARNFIELD AN EVENING PRAYER by BERNARD BARTON THE TRIUMPH OF LOVE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET GHOST OF THE BEAUTIFUL PAST by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE PLOUGHBOY by EDWARD CARPENTER SONNETS ON EMINENT CHARACTERS: 11. TO RICHARD SHERIDAN by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |
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