Bart Jonas Poet I do not know?

Time Calls

Time calls me back home
                                                          Where Mother is Baking
                                                           Father,collecting the leaves
                                                          My older Brothers,putting together
                                                          a model airplane
                                                         Our poor of size Scottish terrier
                                                         barking at the mailman who brings
                                                        us the mail of the day
                                                        Supper on the stove
                                                        Then a trip through the White Mountains
                                                        while my Grandpa kindly drove
                                                        Time is now beckoning to me
                                                        and now I will let him in

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