Poem of the day-9: 'The Vagabond' by John Drinkwater

I know the pools where the grayling rise,

I know the trees where the filberts fall,

I know the woods where the red fox lies,

The twisted elms where the brown owls call

And I've seldom a shilling to call my own,

And there's never a girl I'd marry,

I thank the Lord I am a rolling stone

With never a care to carry.

I talk to the stars as they come and go

On every night from July to June,

I'm free of the speech of the winds that blow,

And I know what weather will sing to what tune.

I sow no seed and I pay no rent,

And I thank no man for his bounties,

But I've a treasure that's never spent,

I am lord of a dozen counties.

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Preludes 1921-22 by John Drinkwater from Project Gutenberg:

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