Mother focused with a frown
The part of me where I sit down.
Said she: "Your pants are wearing through;
Let me sew on a patch for you."
And so she did,--of azure blue.
My britches were of sober grey,
And when I went to school next day,
The fellows said: "Excuse our smile:
We saw your patch 'way off a mile."
Said I: "Sure, it's the latest style."

So each boy asked his Ma to match
With bluer blue my super-patch,
And when to school they came en masse,
It was the emblem of our class,
Admired by every bonnie lass.

Now when I'm old and in my dotage,
I hope I'll have a humble cottage,
And sit me by a hive of bees,
A patchwork quilt accross my knees,
Warming my worn hands in the sun,
All ropey with the work they've done.

The work they've done to give me this
Brief bit of comfort, ease and bliss;
My pathway edged with cockle shells,
And bright with Canterbury bells,
That leads to where my humble thatch is,
It, too, adorned with straw-bright patches.

Poem topics: , , , ,

Rate this poem:

Add Patches poem to your favorites

Add Poet Robert William Service to your favorites

Similar Poems
There is no similar poems related to "Patches" poem.
All Robert William Service Poems

Popular Poets

William Henry Drummond (2 poems)
Yvor Winters (2 poems)
Guillaume Apollinaire (7 poems)
Alfred Kreymborg (2 poems)
Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet (4 poems)
John Ruskin (1 poems)
Kalikwani Anatoli (0 poems)
J. Colesworthy (1 poems)
Thomas Moore (7 poems)
George Sterling (10 poems)

Popular Poems

Victory, by Clive Staples Lewis
Miss RoÃ?, by Hans Christian Andersen
Here, where the Daisies fit my Head, by Emily Dickinson
On A Crushed Hat, by Robert Fuller Murray
Description Of Love, by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Mr And Mrs Discobbolos, by Edward Lear
The Child And The Hind, by Thomas Campbell
The Last Salute, by Robert Nichols
When Love Was Born, by Sara Teasdale
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 07: Porcelain, by Conrad Potter Aiken