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She may come by this road, she may come by that;
She may let her hair fly, or wear a saucy hat; And now As I plow My steps are very small And here at the crossroads I scarcely move at all. She goes every morning for the groceries and mail; Whatever be the weather, she's never known to fail. Snow Or blowy Or blistering with heat, Every day the road feels the patter of her feet. And every day I try hard to find a job to do Here where the roads cross. I wish there weren't two! For she may Take the way Where the plum trees are so thick Half the way they hide her. I want to see her quick! She may come by that road, she may come by this; Some day I'll get my courage up and ask her for a kiss; So now As I plow My steps are very small And here at the crossroads I scarcely move at all! __May Willams Ward. |
Seesaw
May Williams Ward
page 25
(Atlanta: The Bozart Press. 1929)
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