The poem
Dear Thomas, didst thou never pop Thy head into a tin-man's shop? There, Thomas, didst thou never see ('Tis but by way of simile) A squirrel spend his little rage In jumping round a rolling cage? The cage, as either side turn'd up, Striking a ring of bells a-top?--
Mov'd in the orb, pleas'd with the chimes, The foolish creature thinks he climbs: But here or there, turn wood or wire, He never gets two inches higher.
So fares it with those merry blades, That frisk it under Pindus' shades. In noble songs, and lofty odes, They tread on stars, and talk with gods; Still dancing in an airy round, Still pleas'd with their own verses' sound; Brought back, how fast soe'er they go, Always aspiring, always low.
I read your poetry piece and what I learned from it is, sometimes in life we run and race and at times it appears we go in circles, yet life is always in motion. We never know who may be watching us and learning from our life’s very race.Good Job!! :)
R. WithaFeather
You are my favorite poet and i enjoy reading your poems!!!!