Explore "The Potter's Field" by Annie Fellows Johnston on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
JUST outside of the noisy town, / Half through thicket and wood revealed, / Hemmed about by a wall of stone, / Wide it lieth, the Potter's Field.
Brambles wander across the grass, / Vines creep over the broken wall, / Bindweeds blossom, and here and there / Stands a waif of the forest tall.