The Kid Poem by Oliver .........

Rain falls, uneasy through
The supple boughs of my brain-tree
When mum sleeps on
And Dad's among the farm- trees

The Deccan
Rain gathers to pools
After a season's drouth
In the heart which's abeat
In harking to the music
And rhythm once again!

I come around always drenched,
As my mouth's full of weather's lightning
And thunder of my language;
Now Dad and Mum perhaps
Look on to bless, bless!

My head's now grey, as Dad's
with rain or mist so
I gather this rain like a kid
In anguish, time and again! .