Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SPRING THOUGHTS, by WALT MASON


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SPRING THOUGHTS, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: A man grows sick of the walls of brick, and
Last Line: "toil, when the woodland's calling me!"
Subject(s): Flowers; Forests; Spring; Woods


A MAN grows sick of the walls of brick, and the city's endless roar, when old
winter goes, with its frosts and snows, and the springtime's at the door. His
soul rebels at the city's smells, and he says to himself, says he, "There are
banks of thyme with a scent sublime, and the woodland's calling me!" His soul
revolts at the jars and jolts that the urban dweller knows, at his sordid task,

when he longs to bask in the glen where the cowslip grows; and he says, "Gee
whiz! I am tired of biz, and sick of the sights I see, of the stress and strain

for a tawdry gain, when the woodland's calling me!" In all human lives, when the

spring arrives, there riseth the wanderlust; and a fellow's dreams are of woods

and streams, and the long road white with dust. And he heaves a sob as he views

his job, from which he won't dare to flee; and he says, "By Hoyle! It is hard to

toil, when the woodland's calling me!"





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