In Camp
UNDER green mango boughs
They pitch my little house;
Earth is the floor at my feet,
My walls are a canvas fold
To screen me from the heat
And to keep me from the cold.
Free from taxes and rents,
I am a dweller in tents,
Under the open sky
My simple stables lie—
Leaves and the sky are the roof
Whereunder my ponies chew,
Fidget, and paw the hoof
All the warm day through,
They have thick wadded coats for night,
Looking like armadilloes!
How they sleep till the morning light
With straw for their beds and pillows.
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