>From the Poem List today came Roethke's 'My Papa's Waltz.' I remember
hearing Donald Gramm sing a setting of this poem but am damned if I can
remember who the composer was.  Anyone?

   MY PAPA'S WALTZ
   by Theodore Roethke
   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
   The whiskey on your breath
   Could make a small boy dizzy;
   But I hung on like death:
   Such waltzing was not easy.

   We romped until the pans
   Slid from the kitchen shelf;
   My mother's countenance
   Could not unfrown itself.

   The hand that held my wrist
   Was battered on one knuckle;
   At every step you missed
   My right ear scraped a buckle.

   You beat time on my head
   With a palm caked hard by dirt,
   Then waltzed me off to bed
   Still clinging to your shirt.

Scott Morrison