Home From School by Amos Russel Wells

The western sun comes softly in
Through hall door open wide,
Young Rover lies with low-stretched chin
Upon the steps outside.
The great hall clock ticks sleepily;
A hint of clucking hen
Conies from the yard uncertainly,
Then all is still again.

But hark! A banging of the gate!
A clatter up the walk!
A tangle of blithe sounds elate
In song and laugh and talk!
Loud strikes the clock the chickens flee,
Rover's a frantic fool;
The very sunshine laughs to see
The children home from school!