AN OLD WOMAN OF THE ROADS
O, to have a little house !
To own the hearth and stool and all !
The heaped up sods upon the fire
To have a clock with weights and
chains,
And pendulum swinging up and down !
A dresser filled with shiny delph,
Speckled with white and blue and
brown !
I could be busy all the day
Cleaning and sweeping hearth and
floor,
And fixing on their shelf again
My white and blue and speckled store
!
I could be quiet there at night
Beside the fire and by myself,
Sure of a bed , and loth to leave
The ticking clock and shining delph !
Och ! 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 I am praying him night and day,
For a little house – a house of my
own-
Out of the wind’s and rain’s way
PADRAIC COLUM
The heaped up sods upon the fire
Reviewed by Idowu Wasiu
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