I wonder if the old cow died or not. Gey bad she was the night I left, and sick. Dick reckoned she would mend. He knows a lot -- At least he fancies so himself, does Dick. Dick knows a lot. But maybe I did wrong To leave the cow to him, and come away. Over and over like a silly song These words keep bumming in my head all day. And all I think of, as I face the foe And take my lucky chance of being shot, Is this -- that if I'm hit, I'll never know Till Doomsday if the old cow died or not. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRELUDE; FOR GEOFFREY GORER by EDITH SITWELL BLUEFLAGS by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE SNOW-SHOWER by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT O MORS! QUAM AMARA EST MEMORIA TUA HOMINI PACEM HABENTI by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON THE DEATH OF THE HIRED MAN by ROBERT FROST STAR-TALK by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES |