"Is water nigh?" The plainsmen cry, As they meet and pass in the desert grass. With finger tip Across the lip I ask the sombre Navajo. The brown man smiles and answers "Sho!" With fingers high, he signs the miles To the desert spring, And so we pass in the dry dead grass, Brothers in bond of the water's ring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHEPHERD, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE RIDDLE: A CANDLE by MOTHER GOOSE REPRESSION OF WAR EXPERIENCE by SIEGFRIED SASSOON ACHIEVEMENT'S SILVER CRY by MARGARETE ROSE AKIN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 91 by EDWIN ARNOLD |