The country fields are fenced with wood, The city squares with stone; They all belongs to Somebuddy Who keeps 'em for his own; They all belongs to Somebuddy, Whatever he may be, An' can't be used by Nobuddy -- By Nobuddy like me. What Somebuddy may want 'em for I don't know as I care; I only want a place to rest If there's a place to spare; A patch o' grass to lie upon That ain't for sheep or cows, For movin', movin', movin' on Is all the Road allows. An' so I keep a-movin' on Apast the fields an' squares, Until I strike the Open Land That's got to be, Somewheres; A land without a fence or wall, A land of air an' sun, Where woods are cool an' fields are green An' sweet, clear waters run; An' far as weary foot kin tread Or wistful eye kin see, It all belongs to Nobuddy -- And Nobuddy is me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COOPER SQUARE by KAREN SWENSON INSCRIPTIONS: 1. FOR A GROTTO by MARK AKENSIDE LINES INSCRIBED UPON A CUP FORMED FROM A SKULL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON LAMENT OF THE MASTER ERSKINE by ALEXANDER SCOTT (1520-1590) TWO VARIATIONS ON AN OLD NURSEY RHYME: 2 by EDITH SITWELL |