Crickets on a Strike

A poem by Vachel Lindsay

The foolish queen of fairyland
From her milk-white throne in a lily-bell,
Gave command to her cricket-band
To play for her when the dew-drops fell.

But the cold dew spoiled their instruments
And they play for the foolish queen no more.
Instead those sturdy malcontents
Play sharps and flats in my kitchen floor.

Reader Comments

Tell us what you think of 'Crickets on a Strike' by Vachel Lindsay

comments powered by Disqus