The Poetry Corner

To Pfrimmer

By Paul Laurence Dunbar

(Lines on reading "Driftwood.") Driftwood gathered here and there Along the beach of time; Now and then a chip of truth 'Mid boards and boughs of rhyme; Driftwood gathered day by day,-- The cypress and the oak,-- Twigs that in some former time From sturdy home trees broke. Did this wood come floating thick All along down "Injin Crik?" Or did kind tides bring it thee From the past's receding sea Down the stream of memory?