Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TO AN OLD GEOGRAPHY, by MABEL KINGSLEY RICHARDSON


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TO AN OLD GEOGRAPHY, by                    
First Line: Like some street-straying waif-so torn-so tattered
Last Line: Stretch into kingdoms—as you pondered names?
Subject(s): Geography


Like some street-straying waif—so torn—so tattered—
Here are the boyish bread and butter smears,
This must be gum—and these, perhaps, are tears.
Through some sweet rain a racing boy has splattered
You well with mud. And gay-hued inks are spattered
On many a grimy page. Almost one hears
The droning school room hum of long gone years
When misty maps were things that little mattered.

Did white sails beckon from that patch of blue?
Or noisy cities spring from obscure dots?
Far did you wander from these paged frames
With roaring rivers that would thunder through?
Did pinks and greens, marked off in senseless plots,
Stretch into Kingdoms—as you pondered names?





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