Zodiac Town.

by Nancy Byrd Turner.

Amos and Ann had a poem to learn, A poem to learn one day; But alas! they sighed, and alack! they cried, 'Twere better to go and play.

Ann was sure 'twas a waste of time To bother a child with jingling rhyme.

Amos said, "What's the sense in rhythm-- Feet and lines?" He had finished with 'em!

They peered at the poem with scowly faces, And yawned and stumbled and lost their places.

Then--a breeze romped by, and a bluebird sang, And they shut the book with a snap and a bang; Shut the book and were off and away, Away on flying feet;-- Never did squirrels move more light, Or rabbits run more fleet!

Over a wall and down a lane And through a field they ran; And "Where shall we go?" said Amos. "Oh, And where shall we stop?" cried Ann.

Then all at once, round the curve of a hill, They pulled up panting and stood stock-still;

For there, by the edge of a ripplety brook, In a deep little, steep little place, Sat a long-legged youth, with a staff and a book And a quaint, very quizzical face.

His cap and his trousers were dusty green And his jacket was rusty brown, And he whittled away on sweet white wood, With shavings showering down.

He whittled away 'twixt a laugh and a tune, With fingers as light as thistles.

"And what are you making?" asked Amos and Ann.

He said, "I am making whistles."

He finished one with a notch and a slit, And threw back his head and blew on it.

The whistle sang like a bird when he blew, Then he twinkled and put it down.

"And where are you going," he said, "you two?

_Are you going to Zodiac Town_?"

Each of them shook a doubtful head (For truly they didn't know).

"But make us a whistle like yours," they said, "And anywhere we will go!"

"I'll make you a whistle apiece," quoth he, "And if you like, you may follow me; Zodiac Town's in the land of Time, And I go by the road of Rhyme."

Ann looked at Amos and Amos at Ann; They blinked with sheer surprise; And then they looked at the long-legged man, Who twinkled back with his eyes.

They said (and their voices were meek and low), "We ran away from a rhyme, you know."

"You did?" cried the fellow in green and brown.

"Then it's unmistakably plain, oho, That you're due in Zodiac Town!"

He took up his book and shouldered his staff, And turned to Amos and Ann.

"Call me J. M.," he said with a laugh.

"That stands for Journeying Man.

I'll make you some whistles along the way, While you are remembering rhymes to say; For more than once in the land of Time You will have to speak in rhyme."

"Our names," said the children, "are Amos and Ann; And poetry is rather hard for us, But we'll do the best we can."

Then they went away with the young-faced man, Joyfully up and down, Talking in rhyme by hill and lea, Gayly in rhyme--for that, said he, Was the tongue of Zodiac Town.

To Zodiac after a while they came-- The twistiest, mistiest town, With odd little collopy, scallopy streets Meandering up and down.

The home of the years and the hours was there, Of the minutes, the months, and the days-- Houses with windows that winked and smiled, And doors with sociable ways; And leaves and apples and chestnuts brown Came pattering down, came clattering down, And stairways wound to the top of a hill That a person could climb if he had the will-- That a person could climb, then start at the top, And b.u.mpeting down and thumpeting down, Go zip! to the bottom with never a stop.

"_Whoopee!_" cried Amos--and off and away, Quick with a kick, like a clown, He ran to the top of the highest stair, Ann at his heels--And zip! the pair Came b.u.mpeting down and thumpeting down.

Then, "Come, you two," said the Journeying Man, "We have twelve calls to pay.

We'll visit the months this time, if we can.

Now listen to me: at every house Many clocks will be ticking away: Grandfather clocks and cuckoo clocks And moon-faced clocks on shelves, Clocks with alarms and eight-day clocks, All talking low to themselves; Little gilt clocks and clocks with chimes, And all of them keeping different times.

And any minute of any hour (You never did see their like), Evening or morning, with never a warning, One of the lot will strike.

And you _may_ be talking your everyday talk, But the instant the hour shall chime, Quick as a flash you must stop, and dash Right into a rollicking rhyme!"

"What kind of a rhyme?" gasped Amos and Ann.

"What kind of a rhyme, J. M.?"

"Any kind at all," said the Journeying Man, As he twinkled his eyes at them.

"But it must begin with the very two sounds, (Or three or four, if you like,) _The last few sounds that were on your tongue_ _When the clock began to strike_!"

JANUARY

_I_

_JANUARY_

[Ill.u.s.tration: _Aquarius_]

They went to the January house, A house made all of snow, With windows of ice, and chandeliers Of icicles all in a row.

The trim young master was dressed in fur And didn't seem cold at all-- A red-cheeked, rollicking, frolicking chap, Who offered each caller an ermine wrap, And let them skate in his hall.

[Ill.u.s.tration: _They went to the January house_]

While they were skating round the hall, Amos's feet flew from under him and he sat down hard on the ice.

"Did you break anything?" asked the January boy. "I hope not, indeed," he added earnestly, "because so many things are broken here."

"What kind of things?" Amos wanted to know.

"Mainly resolutions," answered January with a wry face. And then he further said: "So many of _them_ get broken that sometimes I think I'll move into another house."

"But then," put in little Ann, "we shouldn't have any New Year. And oh, how we'd miss New Year--"

A square-faced clock on the hall-landing struck one just as Ann said she'd miss New Year.

"Oh!" said Ann with a gasp. "Now I've got to say a rhyme beginning--'miss New Year.' What shall I say?

"Miss New Year, miss New Year--" Then all at once, to her intense surprise, she found herself reciting:

"Miss New Year dressed herself in white, With crystal b.u.t.tons shining, A spangled scarf, all lacy-light About her shoulders twining; A bunch of pearly mistletoe, A twig of ruddy holly, She tucked among her curls, and oh, She was so sweet and jolly!