A Picture Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Picture
I strolled last eve across the lonely down;
One solitary picture struck my eye:
A distant ploughboy stood against the sky—
How far he seemed above the noisy town!
Upon the bosom of a cloud the sod
Laid its bruised cheek as he moved slowly by,
And, watching him, I asked myself if I
In very truth stood half as near to God.
Ella writes her poetry in sometimes big bold images, this is one to add to that list. And with a superbly written last line.
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4/25/2024 8:10:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
An insightful piece nicely put together.........