Thursday, February 23, 2006

Poem for Lincoln

Read this to Mum if you want to water your garden ...
Nancy Hanks .by Rosemary Benet.

If Nancy Hanks
Came back as a Ghost
Seeking news
Of what she loved most,
She'd ask first
"Where's my son?
what's happened to Abe ?
what's he done ?
"Poor little Abe ,
left all alone
except for Tom,
who'se a rolling stone;
he was only nine
the year I died .
I remember still
how hard he cried
"scraping along
in a little shack
with hardly a shirt
to cover his back,
and a prairie wind
to blow him down,
or pinching times
if he went to town .

"You wouldn't know
about my son?
Did he grow tall?
Did he have fun?
Did he learn to read?
Did he go to town ?
Do you know his name ?
Did he get on?


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