Discontented Poem
An old farm-house with meadows wide
And sweet with clover on each side;
A bright-eyed boy, who looks from out
The door with woodbine wreathed about,
And wishes this one thought all day:
“Oh, if I could but fly away
From this dull spot, the world to see,
How happy, happy, happy,
How happy I should be!”
Amid the city’s constant din
A man who round the world has been,
Who, ‘mid the tumult and the throng,
Is thinking, thinking, all day long:
“Oh, could I only tread once more
The field-path to the farm-house door.
The old green meadow could I see,
How happy, happy, happy,
How happy I should be!”
-Annie Douglas Robinson
An old farm-house with meadows wide
And sweet with clover on each side;
A bright-eyed boy, who looks from out
The door with woodbine wreathed about,
And wishes this one thought all day:
"Oh, if I could but fly away
From this dull spot, the world to see,
How happy, happy, happy,
How happy I should be!"
Amid the city's constant din
A man who round the world has been,
Who, 'mid the tumult and the throng,
Is thinking, thinking, all day long:
"Oh, could I only tread once more
The field-path to the farm-house door.
The old green meadow could I see,
How happy, happy, happy,
How happy I should be!"
--_Annie Douglas Robinson
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That was a very nice poem,thank you.
Hello Shawn, a lovely poem to read; capturing memories of the past, wishing once again to that time that brought such happiness.
Hope you had an enjoyable weekend.
Shawn, I think this poet must have known me.