| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | A Woodsman | | By Laura Sherry |
| | From “A Town on the River”
YES, I know— | |
| I’m tryin’ to hog these woods. | |
| I’m worse than any capitalist or corporation judge or profiteer. | |
| But, damn it!— | |
| I couldn’t live in one o’ them neat little cities— | 5 |
| I’d smother. | |
| I like to live in a lean-to tent, | |
| Its peak against the air, | |
| With the flap up so’s I can breathe; | |
| And in the winter, jest outside for company, | 10 |
| A big fire burnin’. | |
| No, I ain’t advertisin’ anythin’ around here. | |
| It’s for them to come who has the eyes to see. | |
| And—sufferin’ Moses!— | |
| I ain’t prayin’ God to give ’em eyes. | 15 |
| Can’t everybody live in the woods—it ain’t big enough. | |
| Some have got to live in the city. | | | | |
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