IT’S singin’ in an’ out, <br /> An’ feelin’ full of grace; <br />Here ’n’ there, up an’ down, <br /> An’ round about th’ place. <br /> <br />It’s rollin’ up your sleeves, <br /> An’ whit’nin’ up the hearth, <br />An’ scrubbin’ out th’ floors, <br /> An’ sweepin’ down th’ path; <br /> <br />It’s bakin’ tarts an’ pies, <br /> An’ shinin’ up th’ knives; <br />An’ feelin’ ’s if some days <br /> Was worth a thousand lives. <br /> <br />It’s watchin’ out th’ door, <br /> An’ watchin’ by th’ gate; <br />An’ watchin’ down th’ road, <br /> An’ wonderin’ why he’s late; <br /> <br />An’ feelin’ anxious-like, <br /> For fear there’s something wrong; <br />An’ wonderin’ why he’s kep’, <br /> An’ why he takes so long. <br /> <br />It’s comin’ back inside <br /> An’ sittin’ down a spell, <br />To sort of make believe <br /> You’re thinkin’ things is well. <br /> <br />It’s gettin’ up again <br /> An’ wand’rin’ in an’ out; <br />An’ feelin’ wistful-like, <br /> Not knowin’ what about; <br /> <br />An’ flushin’ all at once, <br /> An’ smilin’ just so sweet, <br />An’ feelin’ real proud <br /> The place is fresh an’ neat. <br /> <br />An’ feelin’ awful glad <br /> Like them that watch’d Silo’m; <br />An’ everything because <br /> A man is comin’ Home!<br /><br />Dame Mary Gilmore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/marri-d/
