Edgar Albert Guest Poems

  • 901.  
    I wish I was a poet like the men that write in books
    The poems that we have to learn on valleys, hills an' brooks;I'd write of things that children like an' know an' understand,
  • 902.  
    THEY 'RE coming home Thanksgiving Day,
    They 're coming back once more,And mother's smiles begin to play
  • 903.  
    Somebody wants a new bonnet to wear;
    Somebody wants a new dress;Somebody needs a new bow for her hair,
  • 904.  
    People liked him, not because
    He was rich or known to fame;He had never won applause
  • 905.  
    Turn me loose and let me be
    Young once more and fancy free;Let me wander where I will,
  • 906.  
    Let every day be Mother's Day!
    Make roses grow along her way And beauty everywhere.
  • 907.  
    Ma says no, it's too much care
    An' it will scatter germs an' hair, An' it's a nuisance through and through.
  • 908.  
    The finest tribute we can pay
    Unto our hero dead to-day,Is not a rose wreath, white and red,
  • 909.  
    Ma has every confidence in Pa,
    She says she knows he always does what's right, He's not at all like some folks' husbands are,
  • 910.  
    I would rather see a Mason, than hear one any day,
    I would rather one would walk with me than merely show the way.The eye's a better pupil and more willing than the ear,
  • 911.  
    Nobody stops at the rich man's door to pass the time of day.
    Nobody shouts a 'hello!' to him in the good old-fashioned way.Nobody comes to his porch at night and sits in that extra chair
  • 912.  
    When mother sleeps, a slamming door
    Disturbs her not at all;A man might walk across the floor
  • 913.  
    Some folks there be who seem to need excitement fast and furious,
    An' reckon all the joys that have no thrill in 'em are spurious.Some think that pleasure's only found down where the lights are shining,
  • 914.  
    AGE is calling to me, with his finger long and grim,
    It is urging me to wander down the dreary lanes with him, It has lined my cheeks with furrows, and has tinged my hair with gray,
  • 915.  
    It's coming time for planting in that little patch of ground,
    Where the lad and I made merry as he followed me around;The sun is getting higher, and the skies above are blue,
  • 916.  
    Though victory's proof of the skill you possess,
    Defeat is the proof of your grit;A weakling can smile in his days of success,
  • 917.  
    Oh, mother, be you brave of heart and keep
    your bright eyes shining;Some day the smiles of joy shall start and you
  • 918.  
    I WONDER what the trees will say,
    The trees that used to share his play,An' knew him as the little lad
  • 919.  
    I HOLD the finest picture-books
    Are woods an' fields an' runnin' brooks;An' when the month o' May has done
  • 920.  
    He has not served who gathers gold,
    Nor has he served, whose life is toldIn selfish battles he has won,
  • 921.  
    If I knew a better country in this glorious world today
    Where a man's work hours are shorter and he's drawing bigger pay,If the Briton or the Frenchman had an easier life than mine,
  • 922.  
    He spent what he made, or he gave it away,
    Tried to save money, and would for a day,Started a bank-account time an' again,
  • 923.  
    Some day the world will need a man of courage in a time of doubt,
    And somewhere, as a little boy, that future hero plays about.Within some humble home, no doubt, that instrument of greater things
  • 924.  
    The men are talking peace at 'ome, but 'ere we're talking fight,
    There's many a little debt we've got to square;A sniper sent a bullet through my bunkie's 'ead last night,
  • 925.  
    I'm sorry for a fellow if he cannot look and see
    In a grate fire's friendly flaming all the joys which used to be.If in quiet contemplation of a cheerful ruddy blaze
  • 926.  
    Get off your downy cots of ease,
    There's work that must be done.Great danger's riding on the seas.
  • 927.  
    SHE wanted to be asked again,
    And so she wiped the dishes,She took a knife, and with the men
  • 928.  
    "NEVER again,' said Mrs. Green, as she swayed in her rocking chair,
    'Never again will I think one house big enough for two to share;Never again will I go away with another family,
  • 929.  
    HUSBAND and wife for fourteen years!
    And just like children now,As fond of one another as
  • 930.  
    The whistle sounds! The game is o'er!
    We pay our tribute now with tears Instead of smiling eyes and cheers.
  • 931.  
    The biggest moment in our lives was that when first he cried,
    From that day unto this, for him, we've struggled side by side.We can recount his daily deeds, and backwards we can look,
  • 932.  
    I'M glad I have a wife at home
    That's patient, kind and true;I 'm glad a little tot of three
  • 933.  
    The child world is a wondrous world,
    For there the flags of hate are furled, And there the imps of wickedness
  • 934.  
    Love and laughter lead you
    Down the pathways of the year, And may each morning feed you
  • 935.  
    This is the thing we fight:
    A cry of terror in the night;A ship on work of mercy bentâ??
  • 936.  
    Grandmother says when I pass her the cake:
    'Just half of that, please.'If I serve her the tenderest portion of steak:
  • 937.  
    It may be I am getting old and like too much to dwell
    Upon the days of bygone years, the days I loved so well;But thinking of them now I wish somehow that I could know
  • 938.  
    Gettin' together to smile an' rejoice,
    An' eatin' an' laughin' with folks of your choice;An' kissin' the girls an' declarin' that they
  • 939.  
    A year is filled with glad events:
    The best is Christmas day,But every holiday presents
  • 940.  
    In the Christmas times of the long ago,
    There was one event we used to know That was better than any other;
  • 941.  
    It's “be a good boy, Willie,”
    And it's “run away and play,For Santa Claus is coming
  • 942.  
    He little knew the sorrow that was in his vacant chair;
    He never guessed they'd miss him, or he'd surely have been there;He couldn't see his mother or the lump that filled her throat,
  • 943.  
    It's guessing time at our house; every evening after tea
    We start guessing what old Santa's going to leave us on our tree.Everyone of us holds secrets that the others try to steal,
  • 944.  
    A man is at his finest towards the finish of the year;
    He is almost what he should be when the Christmas season is here;Then he's thinking more of others than he's thought the months before,
  • 945.  
    God bless you all this Christmas Day
    And drive the cares and griefs away.Oh, may the shining Bethlehem star
Total 945 poems written by Edgar Albert Guest

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