LAST night a January wind was ripping at the shingles
over our house and whistling a wolf song under the
eaves.
I sat in a leather rocker and read to a six-year-old girl
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What a truly wonderful analogy on the 'Childe Rolande.....' poem by Browning. I was very moved by the accounted journey of this lone sledsman and his dogs. I also really admired the third element to your poem, that of the little girl - the listener, filled with wonderment, as I was when I first read the Browning poem.
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What a truly wonderful analogy on the 'Childe Rolande.....' poem by Browning. I was very moved by the accounted journey of this lone sledsman and his dogs. I also really admired the third element to your poem, that of the little girl - the listener, filled with wonderment, as I was when I first read the Browning poem.