In certain great houses of Poland one of the servants
Would spend his days in a tall
tree, watching the road
If he spied visitors coming, he
would shout or whistle
Or bang two pots together, then
climb down
To help with preparations.
Visitors were precious
Because life was boring in the country.
It might happen
That a visitors ready to leave
would find his carriage wheels
Had vanished or his coachman was
drunk or married
Or had taken a vow to walk
barefoot to Jerusalem.
All this was going on while my
ancestors were there too
Following their occupation of
surviving. Some of them
Were more skilled at this than
others.
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