Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AT THE BEND OF THE ROAD, by ETHEL DAVIES CAUTHERS First Line: I know a little white house that stands Last Line: These visits they love to recall. Subject(s): Home | ||||||||
I know a little white house that stands, At the top of a lofty hill And the road that leads to this lovely spot In places, is grass-grown still. The road winds upward past sentinel pines, That guide the strangers the way, As they near the house at the bend of the road, Where they are welcome to stay. This house has stood for two hundred years, With its hand-carved posts and beams, With rugged stone fireplaces in every room, Just a wonderful place to dream. In early evening in one large room, Where the fire sends its ruddy glow, Can be seen a happy family group, All snug from the winter's snow. There's peace and contentment on every face, And this joy radiates to all, Who visit the house at the bend of the road, These visits they love to recall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EL FLORIDA ROOM by RICHARD BLANCO DESTINATIONS by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN TO THIS HOUSE by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE UPSTAIRS ROOM by WELDON KEES HOME IS SO SAD by PHILIP LARKIN DUTCH INTERIOR by DAVID LEHMAN |
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