John Mudge Poet Free verse

The Paperboy

I come and I go.
	No one sees me
		but the wind.
I come and I go.
	No one hears me
		but the wind.
I'm here and I'm there.
	No one knows where I am
		but the wind.
I'm there and I'm here.
	Everyone knows where I am
		but the wind.
In the dark of early morn
	I place the papers on the mats
		and no one hears me but the wind.
In the dark of early morn
	I slip away from the houses
		and no one sees me but the wind.


Published in the Mercer Island Reporter June 28, 1966
In the sixth grade and for many years after I had a paper route delivering the Mercer Island Reporter to about 100 people. I got up at 4:30 AM twice a week to do my duties. This poem represents my reflections on slipping unseen from house to house before anyone is awake.

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Carole Duet April 19, 2019 at 11:17 PM So where are you these days? Come back to the soup!

Carole Duet April 19, 2019 at 11:14 PM What a talent you were from such a young age, John! A great little poem...which perfectly describes what those dear paperboys must feel and think as they deliver their papers in the early morning darkness.

Carole Duet November 21, 2018 at 2:32 PM Hi John! I just have to tell you that your poetic talent surely was evident in your youth. A very enjoyable little poem that many "paperboys" can relate to.