AN OLD WOMAN OF THE ROADS

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LVI, 21 July 1925, Page 6

AN OLD WOMAN OF THE ROADS

0 in have a little house, To own the hearth and stool and nil The lieaped-up sods upon the fire. The pile of turf against the wall!

To have a clock with weights and chains And pendulum swinging up and down. A dresser filled with shining dolph, Speckled and while and blue and brown !

I could be busy all the day Clearing and sweeping hearth am floor.

And fixing on their shelf again Afv white and blue and speckled store

1 could he quiet there at night Reside the fire and by myself, Sure of a, bed and lot'hi to leave 1 he ticking clock and shining delpli

Oeh ! but I’m weary of mist and dark. And roads where there’s never a house or bush, And tired I am of bog and road .And the crying wind and the lonesome hush !

And I am praying to God on high, And 1 am praying Him night ami clay lor a little house—a hnusc/of mv own-

Out of the wind’s and the rain’s way —Pacific Colum, in An Anthology o; -Modern Verse.