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Kettles
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Nancy Byrd Turner


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Life is full of changes,
Years are hard and long;
But the world's teakettles
Keep their old song:

The same good humming
That they've hummed, nights and days,
Since a woman set the first one
Over a blaze.

Oh, the long pleasure
Their music has been
To calm cats purring
With their paws folded in:

To gray grandmothers
In the twilight sitting,
Feet on a cricket,
Hands full of knitting;

To children nodding, nodding
At the edge of a dream,
Their heads all misty
In a silver steam!

Time, change, weather--
None of those things
Can make much trouble
When a teakettle sings!


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Nancy Byrd Turner (1880 - 1971) was born in Virginia. A descendant of both Thomas Jefferson and Pocohantas, Nancy began writing poetry as a child. She studied to become a teacher, and did teach for a few years, but eventually she became a magazine editor. During the course of her career, she published 15 books, several songs, and her work appeared regularly in the leading magazines of her day. Late in her life, Nancy became a freelance writer and a popular lecturer.

 

 


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