Elizabeth Madox Roberts Poems

If Bethlehem were here today,
Or this were very long ago,
There wouldn't be a winter time
Nor any cold or snow.
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The woodpecker pecked out a little round hole
And made him a house in the telephone pole.
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And Mother couldn't go that day,
But the twins and Brother and I could go;
We rode on the wagon full of hay.
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When I can count the numbers far,
And know all the figures that there are,
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Mother said that we could go
Up on the hill where the strawberries grow.
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When supper time is almost come,
But not quite here, I cannot wait,
And so I take my china mug
And go down by the milking gate.
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His bridle hung around the post.
The sun and the leaves made spots come down;
I looked close at him through the fence;
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I've been along the quarry road,
And I have watched men digging wells,
And everywhere it was the same--
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We put more coal on the big red fire,
And while we are waiting for dinner to cook,
Our father comes and tells us about
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When it was Grandmother Barbara's day,
We lived on a hill, and down below,
Beyond the pasture and the trees,
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