<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426596" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Woodsmen Of San Juan</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Until sunset!<br>From the dawn!<br>See the woodsmen of San Juan,<br>They want bread before it’s gone!<br>Those from Roque,<br>Feeling rocky,<br>Those from Rique,<br>Feeling tricky,<br>Those from Trique,<br>Sawing on!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Straddling his grandmother’s firm knees,<br>Jogging rhythmically, the boy rides horsey<br>Till both tremble, filled with exaltation;<br>The granny smiles with motherly affection,<br>But then a premonition flashes through<br>Her mind: fear for the grief and anguish<br>The coming days hold for her grandson.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See the woodsmen of San Juan,<br>They want bread before it’s gone.<br>Sss-sss-sawing,<br>Sawing on!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those deep furrows tell the story<br>Of long suffering and unvoiced sorrows,<br>On her head time has left its snow,<br>On her brow, pain few have known;<br>Her eyes, clouded by the years,<br>Are turbid mirrors that oft retain<br>Images from lives forever gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those from Roque, feeling rocky,<br>Sss-sss-sawing, sawing on!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tomorrow, when the beloved grandmother<br>Sleeps deep beneath the earth, where others,<br>Too, dwell in the dark shadows<br>Of memory, sweetly will come,<br>Across eternity, in somber cadences,<br>Sad poems of childhood remembrances:<br>Her voice singing the old song!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those from Rique, feeling tricky,<br>Sss-sss-sawing, sawing on!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, astride his grandmother’s weary knees,<br>Jogging rhythmically, the boy rides horsey<br>Till both tremble, filled with exaltation;<br>The granny smiles with motherly affection,<br>But then a premonition flashes through<br>Her mind: fear of the grief and anguish<br>The coming days hold for her grandson.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Until sunset!<br>From the dawn!<br>See the woodsmen of San Juan,<br>They want bread before it’s gone,<br>Those from Roque,<br>Feeling rocky,<br>Those from Rique,<br>Feeling tricky.<br>Sss-sss-sawing, sawing on!<br>Sss-sss-sawing, sawing on!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jose+Asuncion+Silva">Jose Asuncion Silva</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426596" data-title="The Woodsmen Of San Juan de Jose Asuncion Silva" data-description="Until sunset! From the dawn! See the woodsmen of San Juan, They want bread before it’s gone! Those from Roque, Feeling rocky, Those from Rique, Feeling tricky, Those from Trique, Sawing on! Straddling his grandmother’s firm knees, Jogging rhy..."></div> </div> </div>

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