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 (17)

I have loved this poem since I was 10 years old. It epitomises my youth and schooling and is everything I loved about that time. And now it reminds me of wonderful and simple life and way of life., how I felt for the old woman, then, and now I would love to be her in her kittle house, so simple and so perfectly satisfying. I love it. X
What memories from 1947, I loved this poem
I remember learning this poem when I was a little girl and being ver moved by it. I am now 70 years old and still recite it for my grandchildren. It still touches something deep within me.
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
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