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Vacation Poems

Table of Contents

  1. Brown's Vacation by Anonymous
  2. After Vacation by Annette Wynne
  3. A Colorado Lodge by Ruby Archer

  1. Brown's Vacation

    by Amos Russel Wells

    "I've had a vacation," said Timothy Brown;
    "A fine one, although I have not left the town.
    I merely vacated my worries and fears,
    And at once became younger by fairly five years.
    I vacated my ruts, and began to enjoy
    My regular, humdrum, but useful employ.
    I changed my whole outlook and vision of life,
    And made it a pastime instead of a strife.
    I've had a vacation, not vacant, a bore,
    But fuller and freer than ever before;
    The best of vacations for fat purse or lean,—
    A change of the seeing instead of the scene."

  2. After Vacation

    by Annette Wynne

    The first day at school is the very best one,
    If all days were first days then school would be fun.

  3. A Colorado Lodge

    by Ruby Archer

    Unknown to the public eye
    Of a busy, hurrying town,
    Where a hedge goes rambling by,
    Is an old brown lodge—oh, brown
    With the trees' own swarthy hue—
    The brown of the unshorn bark
    Deepened with sun and dew;
    And the wandering rooms within,
    Curtained and coy and dark,
    Have a winsome, wayward air,
    A challenging—"Find me out!"
    A happy wilful turn
    That will charm you unaware.
    The vines are all about,
    Over the rough old walls
    That draw them in and in
    Where the cobweb spinning falls,
    Through every crevice and knot;
    And they wind their slender fingers
    Lithely, lovingly 'round,
    'Till the very sunlight lingers;
    And they lean and tremble and sway
    And cling and ripple and play
    In a maze of tender green
    With a glimpse of brown between.

    Ah—the feeling you have in there,
    Safe in the still retreat,
    All hid from the noise and glare—
    How satisfying-sweet!
    Sweet as a burst of bloom
    Where you knew not any grew,
    Sweet as the honey-dew
    In the heart of a thistle's gloom,
    Sweet with the full surprise
    Of all hidden, quick delight.
    O dear old bark-brown lodge,
    Where vines and perfumes play,—
    You fill my eyes by day,
    My dreams by night.