Let’s read together: Moving by Eunice Tietjens

I like to move. There’s such a feeling
Of hurrying and scurrying,
And such a feeling
Of men with trunks and packing cases,
Of kitchen clocks and mother’s laces,
Dusters, dishes, books, and vases,
Toys and pans and candles.

I always find things I’d forgotten,
An old brown Teddy stuffed with cotton,
Some croquet mallets without handles,
A marble and my worn out sandals,
A half an engine and a hat…
And I like that.

I like to watch the big vans backing,
And the lumbering
and the cumbering,
And the hammering and the tacking.
I even like the packing!

And that will prove
I like to move!