wandered off
A Poem by Emily Burns
preamble to a trip back to Daniel Boone's fort . . . and come to think of it a woman that would leave the protection of hearth and home to brave the wilds . . . she must be a little crazy
If you should chance to find me gone
absent from spinning wheel and loom
dasher idle in the butter churn
If you survey the fields and hills
to find me not at work in the garden
and not returning from the spring
If you should look around to find
sewing cast aside
dishes strewn unwashed on the hearth
It could be
I've wandered off alone down to the river
to lose myself in the cool flow.
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