The GhettoNarrow stumbling streets Wind past chipped 'walls,*And friendly door-sfieps . . . Past dusty windows, each Flaunting a wilted flower In a jagged red pot . . ,Past dirty wooden stalls,All heaped sky-high With colorful fruit . . ,Past persuasive vendors,Who urge one to buy Their wares' at ‘'half-price. Past ragged young boys Throwing worn yellow dice , , . Past little girls with’Shining brown eyes ...Past a thin grey kitten Shivering on a porch stair. Past tired gaunt women Wjth gay scarfs kindly Covering their grey hair, , . .AGNES TIGHE