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.

by Padraic Colum

Comments (14)

I first. learned this poem at school, when I was quite young.I cried about the old woman, having no family or home to live in. It left a profound memory on me, that have I carried all my life. My parents always looked after those in need old or young. I still cry when I recite it.
fondest memories of my beloved mother who was able to resite this entire poem even when alzeimers had robbed her of many other memories, she dearly loved it and would tell me how glad she was that the lady had her own home in the end
In 1949 my primary class at Glebelands Dundee under Mrs. Nichol, won a poetry competition with our delivery of this poem, I don't know why but I woke up this morning with the poem on my mind, we loved poetry in those days and I myself have penned many, many poems and songs, but it all started then, in 1949.
Iv loved this poem since I learned ot in Primary School
I learned the poem in the '50, s. I loved it then and I still do.
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