LONESOME? Well, I guess so! This place is mighty blue; The silence of the empty rooms Jes' palpitates with — you. The day has lost its beauty, The sun's a-shinin' pale; I'll round up my belongin's An' I guess I'll hit the trail. Out there in the sage-brush A-harkin' to the "Coo-oo" Of the wild dove in his matin' I can think alone of you. Perhaps a gaunt coyote Will go a-lopin' by An' linger on the mountain ridge An' cock his wary eye. An' when the evenin' settles, A-waitin' for the dawn Perhaps I'll hear the ground owl: "She's gone — she's gone — she's gone!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR LORD AND OUR LADY by HILAIRE BELLOC THE BUTCHER SHOP by DAVID IGNATOW BROTHERHOOD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DREAM LIFE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FLUTE-PRIEST SONG FOR RAIN; CEREMONIAL AT THE SUN SPRING by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: AT NICE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |