Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, REAL ESTATE, by AMOS RUSSEL WELLS


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REAL ESTATE, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: My real estate is birds and flowers
Last Line: Unreal estate of dirt!
Subject(s): Nature


My real estate is birds and flowers.
And sweeps of summer sky,
And shining holy morning hours,
And breezes passing by.

My most unreal estate is dirt,
With houses piled on top,
Reckoned in figures bare and curt,
And smelling of the shop.

My real estate is never spent,
Its titles all are clear,
It pays a wonderful per cent
By day and month and year.

It needs no fence of iron or wood,
No agent must be hired.
Its price -- that it be understood,
Its tax -- to be admired.

While I am rich in real estate,
Away with that inert
Ignoble and degenerate
Unreal estate of dirt!





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