"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 alone
Except for Tom,
Who's 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 get to town?
Do you know his name?
Did he get on?"
4 comments:
I'd never heard that poem before. I like your drawing. I think it is neat that you still have it. I don't think I have anything from my early school days except report cards and certificates.
that is so neat that you have those treasures from your childhood!
You did a good job on that drawing! I remember having to get up and give a poem that I had memorized. Ohhhh, that was tramatic for me back then. I was very shy when I was younger. Not so now! Ha!
Wonderful post, Anita! Yes, I too envy you having something from your school days. I probably tossed my own stuff when I was a teenager and thought it embarrassing. I think probably children should not have access to those things until they are at least in their 20's, and preferably with children of their own, so that they will appreciate them...
I liked "Lincoln" too! And that's a lovely poem.
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