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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GRANNY'S LITTLE FLOCK, by CHARLES J. HANFORD First Line: The lamp's dim, the fire's low Last Line: To her sleepy flock. Subject(s): Grandparents; Shadows; Weaving & Weavers; Grandmothers; Grandfathers; Great Grandfathers; Great Grandmothers | |||
THE lamp's dim, the fire's low, And from the fickle flame Shadows dancing to and fro All play a merry game. Grandma sits a-rocking, Her little flock is near, While her needles weave a stocking To the music of the chair: Click, click, click, Rock, rock, rock, While Grandma tells a pretty tale To her little flock. The fire's flame has settled down, No more the shadows creep; All within is growing brown, The little flock's asleep. Grandma still is sitting, There's music in the air, One half from the knitting And the other from the chair. Click, click, click, Rock, rock, rock, When Grandma tells a pretty tale, To her sleepy flock. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KISS GRANDMOTHERS GOOD NIGHT by ANDREW HUDGINS KICKING THE LEAVES by DONALD HALL THE BOOK OF SCAPEGOATS by WAYNE KOESTENBAUM THE GREAT GRANDPARENTS by TED KOOSER |
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