On the garret sleeps the roof Covered snug with shingles small, But naked lies my little babe In its crib by the mold'ring wall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESTIC SONG by DAVID IGNATOW EPITAPH FOR A SOLDIER by DAVID IGNATOW GLAMOUR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN LOVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MY BOY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON POSTHUMOUS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |