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Edgar Guest - Shut-Ins
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We`re gittin` so we need again
To see the sproutin` seed again.
We`ve been shut up all winter long
Within our narrow rooms;
We`re sort o` shriveled up an` dry--
Ma`s cranky-like an` quick to cry;
We need the blue skies overhead,
The garden with its blooms.

I`m findin` fault with this an` that!
I threw my bootjack at the cat
Because he rubbed against my leg--
I guess I`m all on edge;
I`m fidgety an` fussy too,
An` Ma finds fault with all I do;
It seems we need to see again
The green upon the hedge.

We`ve been shut up so long, it seems
We`ve lost the glamour of our dreams.
We`ve narrowed down as people will
Till fault is all we see.
We need to stretch our souls in air
Where there is room enough to spare;
We need the sight o` something green
On every shrub an` tree.

But soon our petulance will pass--
Our feet will tread the dew-kissed grass;
Our souls will break their narrow cells,
An` swell with love once more.
And with the blue skies overhead,
The harsh an` hasty words we`ve said
Will vanish with the snow an` ice,
When spring unlocks the door.

The sun will make us sweet again
With blossoms at our feet again;
We`ll wander, arm in arm, the ways
Where beauty reigns supreme.
An` Ma an` I shall smile again,
An` be ourselves awhile again,
An` claim, like prisoners set free,
The charm of every dream.
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