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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ANDREW - CARETAKER, by ARTHUR WALLACE PEACH First Line: Upon the scythe's worn edge he laid the stone Last Line: "the trump has blown, and I'm the first on hand!" Subject(s): Mowing And Mowers | |||
Upon the scythe's worn edge he laid the stone -- A gaunt, bent figure in the graveyard old, A shepherd watching o'er a silent fold Where village fathers slept among their own. For fifty years he mowed the weeds o'ergrown And straightened frost-heaved headstones in their hold; From early spring to time of autumn gold He kept his watch, mute, patient, alone. With years he saw the little graveyard creep And widen on the hill, and side by side With youth he laid his cronies' lessening band . . . I hailed him as his scythe fell in its sweep And asked him why his toiling. He replied: "The trump has blown, and I'm the first on hand!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOWER IN OHIO by JOHN JAMES PIATT HAY-TIME; OR, THE CONSTANT LOVERS; A PASTORAL IN CUMBERLAND DIALECT by JOSIAH RELPH THE MOWING by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS THE SONG OF THE LAWN-MOWER by AMOS RUSSEL WELLS NEEDS by ARCHIE RANDOLPH AMMONS ON THE ORTHODOXY AND CREED OF MY POWER MOWER by JOHN CIARDI TOUCHING THE LEAF MOLD by MARK DEFOE IN AN OLD GARDEN FORGOTTEN by ARTHUR WALLACE PEACH |
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