Cicely Fox Smith
School - Poem by Cicely Fox Smith
What's the use of books and schooling,
Sum and slate and such like fooling?
Master drones and drones away
Like a bee the livelong day.
It's to-day the boats are sailing
To the North Sea for the whaling:
To the high seas and the wide
They are going on the full tide.
O the wind - the wind a-blowing
On the seas where they are going;
Can I sit and mind my book,
Seeing every time I look
Through the little window yonder
All the wide world and the wonder,
And the wind in the tree,
And the sky, and the sea?
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