2 poems

by horace p sternwall

illustrated by rhoda penmarq

nowhere outside the tightest window beyond the dimmest star a little man is watching who knows who you really are there is no use pretending and trying to be "yourself" he will catch you when you try to run and put you back on the shelf you can roll your little eyes at the other dolls beside you they will just stare straight ahead so faithful, brave and true so listen to the music as soft as falling snow there is nowhere to go there is nowhere, nowhere to go * peace i went down to the river to buy my dog a bone and the river looked so peaceful i had to throw a stone the ripples in the water were like a great big smile and i sat and smiled back at it for quite a little while my dog walked down the river bank till he found another hound but the racket that they ruckused did not disturb the peace i found the daylight whispered slowly until it finally bled away i don't know what my dog thought but i had had a perfect day *