NOTHING in life is alien to you: I was a penniless girl from Summum Who stepped from the morning train in Spoon River. All the houses stood before me with closed doors And drawn shades -- I was barred out; I had no place or part in any of them. And I walked past the old McNeely mansion, A castle of stone 'mid walks and gardens, With workmen about the place on guard, And the County and State upholding it For its lordly owner, full of pride. I was so hungry I had a vision: I saw a giant pair of scissors Dip from the sky, like the beam of a dredge, And cut the house in two like a curtain. But at the "Commercial" I saw a man, Who winked at me as I asked for work -- It was Wash McNeely's son. He proved the link in the chain of title To half my ownership of the mansion, Through a breach of promise suit -- the scissors. So, you see, the house, from the day I was born, Was only waiting for me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT MY LOVER SAID by HOMER GREENE MOON AND VENUS by ABUL MUGHIRA MYRTILLA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO AN ETHICAL PREACHER by BRENT DOW ALLINSON BLOOD ON THE WHEEL by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE LOVE OF DECEIT by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |