Monday, August 22, 2011

If Boys Had Hearts

















If boys had hearts they would cry
So my mother said to me
Bent me over and took the switch
Hard to the back of my knees

Never mind what I did
Ask a bird how it flies
From a nest made of sticks
Into heavens made of light

Mind your manners, knife and fork
Pass the butter if you please
What we know we have learned
What we learn we shall teach

If boys had hearts they would cry
So my mother said to me
Bent me over and took the switch
Hard to the back of my knees

Rode away on a mule
Behind an engine full of steam
With fiery stack on iron rails
I returned for all to see

My bowing head and folded hands
Tall against a cloudless sky
Reverent words bound in black
In a voice cold and dry

If boys had hearts they would cry
So my mother said to me
Bent me over and took the switch
Hard to the back of my knees


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