The Weather Vane (verse)
Coffin, Robert P. Tristram
The Weather Vane A man should choose with careful eye The things to be remembered by. When I was knee-high to a man, My father hired Tom McCann. Tom's days were bean-rows without end And...
...He set up near where God may be His arrow on a tall pine tree...
...Tom's days were bean-rows without end And rotting shingles still to mend...
...The years that snowed upon his hair Could never harm him anywhere...
...But one blue day the man carved out An arrow clean as a small boy's shout...
...The years that broke his willing heart Could never rend this man apart...
...Robert P. Tristram Coffin...
...I wish that men might think of me Along with ships far out at sea, Think of me in ways of weather, Mix me and thunderheads together, Remember me by a weather vane Pointing to beauty and the rain...
Vol. 12 • May 1930 • No. 3
