Thistle Down

By Ethel

Boys

Package ambition,
Swinging on trees.
Jumping at balls,
Falling on knees.

Pulling the cat's tail,
Crawling on four.
Picking up slivers,
From the cellar-door.

Spindly-long legs,
That dash in a race.
When next I behold,
There's jam on his face.

My Goodness! ...that noise,
Sounding loud to annoy,
Some-how I suspect,
My own pride and joy.

God...grant us patience,
With this heavenly toy.
Life's action machine,
In each little boy.

E.P. 1908 - 1989

Gender Reveal Party - Boys!!

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