Posts Tagged ‘Edgar Guest’

Bringing in the Coal

November 10, 2011

BRINGING IN THE COAL

When I was but a little lad
Before I went to bed
There was a winter task I had
I used to view with dread;
Into the dark and frozen land
I made a nightly stroll
To carry back in either hand
A scuttle full of coal.

The barn was ninety feet away,
But still it seemed a mile,
For many ghostly shadows lay
Along that snow-flaked aisle.
So black the place, so dim the light,
It terrified the soul
Sometimes to go out there at night
To carry in the coal.

Oft at the open kitchen door
My mother used to stand
And watch for me to come once more
From that forbidding land.
As from that inky pit I came
As swiftly as I could,
I’d see her in the gas jet’s flame
And, oh, the sight was good!

But times have changed. Our boys today
Know naught of winter’s chill.
They go serenely on their way
And have no stoves to fill.
They merely move a thermostat
And pipes grow steaming hot,
And life is easier, but at that
I think they’ve missed a lot!

(Copyright, 1935) By Edgar Guest

Lima News (Lima, Ohio) Jan 9, 1935

A Melon in Texas

November 8, 2011

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A MELON IN TEXAS

Some where in Texas a melon now grows,
A melon intended for me;
Here where it’s cold and a north blizzard blows
In fancy that melon I see.
And something like perfume comes into my mouth
As I think of the gift which shall come from the south.

Now it may be a blossom new-come to the vine,
Or a little green speck on the ground,
But I know very well shall that melon be mine
When my birthday comes rolling around,
For once every year out of Texas a friend
A red-hearted melon remembers to send.

It comes in a wash-tub which nicely it fills
With a mattress of straw for its bed,
And we revel for days in the goodness it spills
From its luscious interior so red.
The neighbors drop in and the children draw near
And for Texan good nature we all give a cheer!

Now I look from my window and gaze at the snow
And the grayness of ice and of sleet,
And I think down in Texas they’ve started to grow
A melon that some day I’ll eat.
And I pray to the Lord to watch over my friend
And give sweetness and size to that melon he’ll send.

(Copyright, 1929.) By Edgar Guest

Lima News (Lima, Ohio) Feb 21, 1929