He was only a little lad Shocking oats with the men, And jugs of water that they had Were quickly drained. He had to take them to the springs again And he complained. He took the jugs and found The springs, by the willowtree, Gurgling and cold from underground. Then filled to the brim He hurried the jugs to the field where he could see Men waiting him. He was only a little lad Shocking oats with the men, And he kept thinking if he had The time it took He'd splash cool water in a cloud and then Just sit and look. Then, watching his father drink From the sweating jug he brought, He saw him smile once more -- and wink: "In threatening weather We men (and there was comfort in the thought!) Must work together!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROMANCE OF THE SWAN'S NEST by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING HIS PRAYER TO BEN JONSON by ROBERT HERRICK SONNET: 98 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE OUR BIRTH-CORD by KOFI ANYIDOHO THE PHANTOM REVIEW by SQUIRE OMAR BARKER THE CEREMONY OF THE PRINTER'S APPRENTICE; A GERMAN MORALITY PLAY by WILLAM BLADES |