OH many times did Ernest Hyde and I Argue about the freedom of the will. My favorite metaphor was Prickett's cow Roped out to grass, and free you know as far As the length of the rope. One day while arguing so, watching the cow Pull at the rope to get beyond the circle Which she had eaten bare, Out came the stake, and tossing up her head, She ran for us. "What's that, free-will or what?" said Ernest, running. I fell just as she gored me to my death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OF JACOPO DEL SELLAIO by EZRA POUND I, TOO by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES RIFLEMAN FORM! by ALFRED TENNYSON AN EPITAPH UPON THE DEATH OF HIS AUNT, ELIZABETH SKRYMSHER by RICHARD BARNFIELD CAN YOU HEAR IT? by THERESA DRULEY BLACK SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 62 by BLISS CARMAN AN INVITATION TO CELEBRATE THE BIRTHDAY OF THE POET MOORE by JOHN CHALK CLARIS |