Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HOBOES, by BERTON BRALEY Poet's Biography First Line: We don't know where we're going but we're on our way Last Line: With some half a million others like ourselves! Subject(s): Wandering & Wanderers; Wanderlust; Vagabonds; Tramps; Hoboes | ||||||||
We don't know where we're going but we're on our way; The running board is cluttered with our stuff, The car is filled with baggage like a moving-dray And we're fit for any travel, smooth or rough; So we're starting motor-tramping with an outfit made for camping And our destination's anywhere we please, So we can't say where you'll find us for we've left our home behind us, And we've locked the door and thrown away the keys. We don't know where we're going but we're on our way And we aren't in any hurry as we go. When we find a place to linger that's the place we'll stay And when we weary of it, we will blow! We are off upon the highways and the quaint, secluded byways, We are eager for the sights that we shall see, There's the wife and little Mary and the dog and brother Harry And the baby of the familyand me! We don't know where we're going, but we're on our way And the top is downwe're not afraid of sun; We've changed from humdrum people into gypsies gay, And we're getting browner daily as we run. So we'll roam by lake and river in our sturdy little flivver, You can have your mighty "sixes" and your "twelves," For the sun and wind are calling and the road is simply crawling With some half a million others like ourselves! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUMS, ON WAKING by JAMES DICKEY A FOLK SINGER OF THE THIRTIES by JAMES DICKEY WANDERER IN A FOREIGN COUNTRY by CLARENCE MAJOR THE WANDERER by WYSTAN HUGH AUDEN LONG GONE by STERLING ALLEN BROWN BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON A VAGABOND SONG by BLISS CARMAN |
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