[SAMWolf]

I've Decked the Tops



I've decked the tops of flying cars
That leaped across the night;

The long and level coaches skimmed
Low, like a swallow's flight.

Close to the sleet-bit blinds I've clung
Rocking on and on;

All night I've crouched in empty cars
That rode into the dawn,

Seeing the ravelled edge of life
In jails, on rolling freights

And learning rough and ready ways
From rough and ready mates.

Harry Kemp

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

Morning Sam!


A the Hobo. I had an uncle who in his youthlived as a hobo back in the 20's -30's, he later became the Marine.

Good poem and always the perfect graphic.


Thanks for all.