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An Old Woman Of The Roads

O, to have a little house!
To own the hearth and stool and all!
The heaped up sods against the fire,
The pile of turf against the wall!

To have a clock with weights and chains
And pendulum swinging up and down!
A dresser filled with shining delph,
Speckled and white and blue and brown!

I could be busy all the day
Clearing and sweeping hearth and floor,
And fixing on their shelf again
My white and blue and speckled store!

I could be quiet there at night
Beside the fire and by myself,
Sure of a bed and loth to leave
The ticking clock and the shining delph!

Och! but I'm weary of mist and dark,
And roads where there's never a house nor bush,
And tired I am of bog and road,
And the crying wind and the lonesome hush!

And I am praying to God on high,
And I am praying Him night and day,
For a little house - a house of my own
Out of the wind's and the rain's way.

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Comments (7)

This poem shows a great strength of character, it is full of so many emotions, and a very positive attitude, I hope this saw you through it, Best wishes Lynda xx
Poetry is such a magic art - it can transform the reality. As if we see the things through transparent diamonds with many angles. The scary things become illusive...like in this poem...
Gosh this is a candid write, it takes courage to write something so bold. And yet they say, 'keep your enemies closer', I guess that's the theme here, be not afraid put face it head-on. I like the positivity in this, a fabulous measure of a strong character. HG: -) xx
Interesting concept here, Frank - like the prisoner who ends up befriending the criminal holding them captive. We are capable of so much more strength than we know, even in the face of adversity. Brilliantly written, and deeply expressed. Linda
Your a very strong person Frank. You are not afraid. This takes courage. Excellent poem with good imagery and emotions.
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