Welcome back to The Daily Poem here on the Close Reeds Podcast Network. I'm David Kern. Today is Wednesday, May 13th, 2020. And I'm here with a special guest. Tell everyone who you are.

I'm Jeremiah Kern. How do we know each other? Because I'm his son.

All right. So this is Jeremiah. He's my second-born son.

And we're going to talk about a poem together today.

This poem is by somebody named Bayard Taylor.

He was an American poet who lived from 1825 to 1878.

And the poem that we're going to read today is called A Night with a Wolf.

It comes from a collection called the Folio Book of Children's Poetry, which was given to us by

some listeners of some of our podcasts a year or so ago when Jeremiah's little sister Lydia was

born.

And we love this book of poetry.

And this is a poem that Jeremiah helped choose out.

So it's called The Night with a Wolf by Byard Taylor.

I'm going to read it once, and then we're going to talk about it very briefly, and then we'll

let Jeremiah read it to close out the show today. This is how it goes.

High up on the lonely mountains, where the wild men watched and waited, wolves in the forest

and bears in the bush, an eye on my path belated.

The rain and the night together came down, and the wind came after,

bending the props of the pine tree roof and snapping many a rafter.

I crept along in the darkness, stunned and bruised and blinded,

crept to a fir with thick-setset bows and a sheltering rock behind it.

There from the blowing and raining, crouching I sought to hide me, something rustled,

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