hole or broken paling,Where the pretty vines were trailing,A little baby goosie in the summer-timedid stray. It was big with thought and feeling;And the freedom it was stealingSent a tingle to its wing-tips and its little yellow toes. THE RUNAWAY GOOSIE. It marched as brave and steadyAs an army… … It caught both bugs and beetles,From weeds that looked likesteeples;But its heart grew very heavy, as if it bore a load. When the night-wind sighed and quivered, The little goosie shivered,And it said, I want my mamma, and I want to see them all.5 But it could not bring them over All the dewy grass…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
Internet Archive · Library of Congress · Public Domain Mark 1.0. Free to use for anything.
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