And lightened, and the crashing made the horse

Want to run, wouldn’t your Grandfather always say:

“Steady there, now, boy! Steady, boy!” so gently,

That neither you nor the horse were afraid after that

Because Grandfather said everything was all right,

And he knew. And wasn’t your Grandmother

Waiting in the doorway, watching a bit anxiously,

Until you turned into the yard?

Mine was.

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[Pg 44]

 Flight

So still lay the city,

So very quietly it slept,

That from high in the west

I heard the honking of geese

Winging southward.

Yearningly I listened

As they swept over,

Yearningly I cried—

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