Legs hold a torso away from the earth. And a regular high poem of legs is here. Powers of bone and cord raise a belly and lungs Out of ooze and over the loam where eyes look and ears hear And arms have a chance to hammer and shoot and run motors. You make us proud of our legs, old man. And you left off the head here, The skull found always crumbling neighbor of the ankles. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLISSFUL DAY by ROBERT BURNS SOUNDS OF THE CITY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE EXTEMPORE TO MR. SYME by ROBERT BURNS THE LORDS' MASQUE: A SONG AND DANCE TRIUMPHANT OF THE MASQUERS by THOMAS CAMPION ODE TO LIBERTY by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) LOVE'S FRANCISCAN by HENRY CONSTABLE |