Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Rover's Rest - Poem by Robert William Service

By parents I would not be pinned,
Nor in my home abide,
For I was wanton as the wind
And tameless as the tide;
So scornful of domestic hearth,
And bordered garden path,
I sought the wilder ways of earth,
The roads of wrath.

It scares me now to think of how
Foolhardily I fared;
Though mighty scarred of pelt and pow
A dozen deaths I've dared;
Yet there are trails I would explore,
And wilds that for me wait . . .
Alas! I'll wander nevermore,--
The hour's too late.

The folks are at my picture show,
I smoke my pipe and sigh.
Soft-slippered by the ember's glow
A baby-sitter I.
Behold! In dressing-gown of mauve,
To comfort reconciled,
A rover rocks the cradle of
His new grand-child.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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