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Poem by Francis Ledwidge


The Little Children


Hunger points a bony finger
To the workhouse on the hill,
But the little children linger
While there's flowers to gather still
For my sunny window sill.

In my hands I take their faces,
Smiling to my smiles they run.
Would that I could take their places
Where the murky bye-ways shun
The benedictions of the sun

How they laugh and sing returning
Lightly on their secret way.
While I listen in my yearning
Their laughter fills the windy day
With gladness, youth and May. 



Francis Ledwidge


Francis Ledwidge's other poems:
  1. At Currabwee
  2. Spring and Autumn
  3. Thoughts at the Trysting Stile
  4. Behind the Closed Eye
  5. The Lost Ones


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