(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892 / New York / United States)

Kickin' Fear

Hold up, you movin too slow,
you've got to make the evening blow...
Just kickin' down the fears,
lookin' for fun and feelin' o' clear...

Hello Met(llica) , what's cha knowing,
I've come to teach you growin'
Ain't cha got no rhymes for me,
Just kickin' down the fears,
lookin' for fun and feelin' o' clear...

Hold up, you movin too slow,
you've got to make the evening blow...
Just kickin' down the fears,
lookin' for fun and feelin' o' clear...


I've got no weads to smoke, no grass to keep
I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep
Let the morning time dropp all its worries on me

Hold up, you movin too slow,
you've got to make the evening blow...
Just kickin' down the fears,
lookin' for fun and feelin' o' clear...

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Comments (2)

So insightful, so beautiful
How sweetly this poem tells that each child forms into a person influenced by all he has seen and experienced: the early lilacs and all flowers, the birds and marsh grasses, tumbling waves and sky and all sights of the surrounding world, scents and sounds, voices and the touch of his mother and people encountered throughout life - surely we each become a different individual because of what we have seen and where we have been. This is so beautifully written in word pictures: 'the fragrance of salt marsh'... 'the light falling on roofs and gables'... 'the yearning and swelling heart'... our world.