African American Poetry (1870-1927): A Digital Anthology

Mary Effie Lee Newsome, "Quoits" (1927)

QUOITS

In wintertime I have such fun
When I play quoits with father.
I beat him almost every game.
He never seems to bother.
He looks at mother and just smiles.
All this seems strange to me,
For when he plays with grown-up folks,
He beats them easily.

Published in Caroling Dusk1927