A Song In The Front Yard Poem by Gwendolyn Brooks
A Song In The Front Yard
I’ve stayed in the front yard all my life.
I want a peek at the back
Where it’s rough and untended and hungry weed grows.
A girl gets sick of a rose.
I want to go in the back yard now
And maybe down the alley,
To where the charity children play.
I want a good time today.
They do some wonderful things.
They have some wonderful fun.
My mother sneers, but I say it’s fine
How they don’t have to go in at quarter to nine.
My mother, she tells me that Johnnie Mae
Will grow up to be a bad woman.
That George’ll be taken to Jail soon or late
(On account of last winter he sold our back gate).
But I say it’s fine. Honest, I do.
And I’d like to be a bad woman, too,
And wear the brave stockings of night-black lace
And strut down the streets with paint on my face.
A very honest poem, not concerned about respectability, 'I'd like to be a bad woman too... /And strut down the streets with paint on my face. So refreshing to read this.
They do some wonderful things. They have some wonderful fun. My mother sneers, but I say it’s fine How they don’t have to go in at quarter to nine. very fine poem. tony
I was a backyard girl with tomboy adventures. Would have preferred the front.
The incredible things that children say and do, so immaculately and humoristically portrayed in this great and amusing poem of real life.
And I'd like to be a bad woman, too, And wear the brave stockings of night-black lace And strut down the streets with paint on my face. Beautiful mesmerizing! Such brilliant words. Congrats on being chosen as The Modern Poem Of The Day!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 1:42:45 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A stupid and irresponsible poem.