Venice masks

Saturday 11 May 2013

The Runaway - Evaleen Stein

A frantic clatter of horses' feet!
A runaway's coming down the street!
         Flurry, scurry,
         Children, hurry!
Drop your playthings! Quick! don't wait!
Run and get within the gate!
Push the baby in the door,
Scramble in yourselves before
         —Whoa! Whoa!
         There they go!
Pell-mell rushing, snorting, quaking,
Wagon rumbling, harness breaking,
Frightened so they cannot know
Everybody's shrieking "Whoa!"
         O my, don't cry!
     Whiz, bang, they've galloped by!
No one hurt, but horses dashed
Round a post and wagon smashed!
         Dear me! Dear me!
     When a runaway we see,
Children, too, must run, oh, fast!
Run and hide as it goes past!

Evaleen Stein (1863 - 1923) USA

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