Riding Down From Bangor

Riding down from Bangor, on an eastbound train
After weeks of hunting, in the woods of Maine
Quite extensive whiskers, beard, mustache as well
Sat a student fellow, tall and slim and swell

Empty seat behind him, no one at his side
Into quiet village, eastern train did glide
Enter aged couple, take the hindmost seat
Enter village maiden, beautiful, petite

Blushingly she faltered, Is this seat engaged?
Sees the aged couple, properly enraged
Students quite ecstatic, sees her ticket through
Thinks of the long tunnel, thinks of what he will do

Pleasantly they chatted, how the cinders fly
Til the student fellow, gets one in his eye
Maiden sympathetic, turns herself about
May I if you please sir, try to get it out?

Then the student fellow, feels a gentle touch
Hears a gentle murmur, Does it hurt you much?
Whiz! Slap! Bang! Into the the tunnel quite
Into glorious darkness, black as Egypts night

Out into the daylight glides that eastern train
Students hair is ruffled, just the merest grain
Maiden seen all blushes when then and there appeared
A tiny little earring, in that horrid students beard.

Louis Osborne

Louis Shreve Osborne (10 February 1856-3 September 1924) was an American poet whose work often reflected his deep love for nature and the countryside. Born in Newark, New Jersey, Osborne was a contemporary of many other renowned poets of his time. Some of his notable works include collections of poems that have been appreciated for their vivid imagery and emotional depth. Throughout his life, he remained dedicated to the craft of poetry, contributing to various literary publications and leaving behind a legacy that continues to be celebrated by poetry enthusiasts.

Louis Osborne

English

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