Around bend after bend, It was blown woods and no end. I came to but one house I made but the one fnend. At the one house a chIld was out Who drew back at first In doubt, But spoke to me In a gale That blew so he had to shout. His cheek smeared with apple sand~ A part apple in his hand, He pOInted on up the road As one haVIng war-command. A parent, his gentler one, Looked forth on her small son, And wondered with me there What now was being done. His accent was not good But I slowly understood. Something where I could go He couldn't but I could. He was too young to go, Not over four or so. VeIl, would I please go to school, And the big Hag they had-you know The bIg Hag, the red-whIteAnd blue Hag, the gleat sIghtHe bet It was out today, And would I see if he was right? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SUMMER'S GARDEN by ROBERT FROST THE ORANGE PICKER by DAVID IGNATOW WE FACE THE FUTURE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOUSE WITH THE MARBLE STEPS by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: GEORGE JOSLIN ON LA MENKEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: IMANUEL EHRENHARDT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |