Noisy Place, by Edgar Guest
I have for sometime enjoyed the poetry of Edgar Guest. His focus in simple rhymes on the beauty of everyday life and family is a blessing to me. This poem is a good reminder for me and fits the Children’s Hour theme well.
Noisy PlaceIt is difficult to readWhen for candy children plead,And I find it quite disturbingWhen with shouts there is no curbingThey come bounding in the placeAt a mad and merry pace,Just as if the world and allHad been made for children small.It is difficult to writeWhen with innocent delightAnd a joy no frown can smotherLusty lungs are calling: “Mother!May we go in swimming now?”So I sit and mop my browAnd I push the work awayTill there comes a quiet day.It is difficult to napWhen the screen doors bang and slapAnd a most tumultuous riotShatters every hope of quiet.For no youngster ever thinksFather needs those forty winks,Or respects the plea we makeTo be still for mother’s sake.But somehow it seems to meThat more difficult ’twould beCould I sit and read wheneverCame the fancy, knowing neverChild o’ mine would burst the doorTo disturb me as of yore.I should oft’ be longing thenTo be bothered once again.