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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OCTOBER, by KATE CRICHTON GREDLER First Line: Johnnie and I, in our sunday hats Last Line: "just for that ""riband"" to put in my hat." | |||
Johnnie and I, in our Sunday hats, Went to the city and looked at flats, Turned our backs on a glory road Where the wine-dark oak and the dogwood showed Mosaic pattern of red and bronze Through a leafy whispering as Nature cons Her final lines ere The Prompter calls And the play is done and the curtain falls. Never an autumn seems the same Though the pattern lies in lines of gold, Though the same swamp maple spills its flame Of youth in vain on the hemlocks old. Deeds like this and De Good Lawd must Repent Him He made man out o' dust. To waste His priceless gift of a day Of Indian Summer this witless way. To sell our hearts down the city river, Our glad free hearts that the country knows, To hear through our winter sleep the shiver Of woodland snowfall, "snow on snow." Out on our hilltop the air is bonny, And we shut-in in a city flat Just for that "handful of silver" for Johnnie, Just for that "riband" to put in my hat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JANUARY THAW by KATE CRICHTON GREDLER MANHATTAN NEW YEAR by KATE CRICHTON GREDLER TO MY PHOTOGRAPH: A.D. 1897 by KATE CRICHTON GREDLER THE WORD OF AN ENGINEER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON MILITARY MIND by CHARLIE SMITH MOTHERHOOD by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY HARVEST SONG by LUDWIG HENRICH CHRISTOPH HOLTY SONNET: WRITTEN ON THE DAY THAT MR. LEIGH HUNT LEFT PRISON by JOHN KEATS |
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