Jack London's Unpublished Poetry: MY OWN DEAR MATE

Dan Wichlan Collection of Jack London's unpublished poems

Home > Unpublished Poetry > MY OWN DEAR MATE

MY OWN DEAR MATE

By Jack London (September 1906)

There's a whisper down the field

Where the year has shot her yield

And the ricks stand gray in the sun,

Saying: "Over, then come over,

For the bee has quit the clover,

-- Our Sonoma summer 's done.

You have heard the beat of

the off-shore wind,

And the thresh of the deep-sea rain,

You have heard the song ---

how long? how long?

Pull out on the trail again!"

Email Dan Wichlan
Copyright © 2005 by Dan Wichlan
This poem was published with the written permission of the Jack London estate.
This copyright transcription contains control characters that enable detection of unauthorized use.