I wish I had not got a cold, The wind is big and wild, I wish that I was very old, Not just a little child. Somehow the day is very long Just keeping here, alone; I do not like the big wind's song, He's growling for a bone He's like an awful dog we had Who used to creep around And snatch at things -- he was so bad, With just that horrid sound. I'm sitting up and nurse has made Me wear a woolly shawl; I wish I was not so afraid; It's horrid to be small. It really feels quite like a day Since I have had my tea; P'raps everybody's gone away And just forgotten me. And oh! I cannot go to sleep Although I am in bed. The wind keeps going creepy-creep And waiting to be fed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PSALM 136 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 2. HER HANDS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE RESOLVE by MARY LEE CHUDLEIGH AN ANCIENT PROPHECY by PHILIP FRENEAU CORINNA TO TANAGRA, FROM ATHENS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR SIBERIA by JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN |