A robber 'd like the look of, -
And windows hanging low,
Where two could creep:
One hand the tools,
The other peep
To make sure all's asleep.
Not easy to surprise!
How orderly the kitchen 'd look by night,
With just a clock, -
But they could gag the tick,
And mice won't bark;
And so the walls don't tell,
A pair of spectacles ajar just stir -
An almanac's aware.
Was it the mat winked,
Or a nervous star?
The moon slides down the stair
To see who's there.
There's plunder, - where?
Tankard, or spoon,
Earring, or stone,
A watch, some ancient brooch
To match the grandmamma,
Staid sleeping there.
Day rattles, too,
The sun has got as far
As the third sycamore.
And echoes, trains away,
While the old couple, just astir,
Fancy the sunrise left the door ajar!
What made you post this particular poem today, FT?ReplyDelete
It's a great piece, but I can't see that it has any relevance to current issues and events.
OH! I guess I just answered my own question, didn't I?
Well, frankly, I don't blame you.
Emily might like to take a look at some of these photos.ReplyDelete
For example, the items in I've Turned the Page are still there, undisturbed, after an unknown number of years.
And you must see The Tea Will Be Ready in A Moment!
After the election on November 4, I may withdraw from posting about politics for a time.
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The night was dark and dreary,ReplyDelete
the robbers were in their den,
when one robber said to the other,
"Tell me a story,"
...and so he began...
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