And, for TODAY
ACROSS THE ROAD
In that new house across the road,
The shades are up, the grass is mowed.
Which seems to prove somebody new
Has come to live. I wonder who?
I hope they've got a boy like me,
Who likes to wade and climb a tree.
I'll show him all the things we do:
The meadow-fence where we climb through,
And where we built a dam one day,
And where the small quick-minnows play.
And where we hike the old mill wall
(And how to step and not to fall.)
If it's a girl ----!
Oh well, we might
Play hide and seek
If she's alright.
~Barbara A. Jones