Don't want medals on my breast, <br /> Don't want all the glory, <br />I'm not worrying greatly lest <br /> The world won't hear my story. <br />A chance to dream beside a stream <br /> Where fish are biting free; <br />A day or two, 'neath skies of blue, <br /> Is joy enough for me. <br /> <br />I do not ask a hoard of gold, <br /> Nor treasures rich and rare; <br />I don't want all the joys to hold; <br /> I only want a share. <br />Just now and then, away from men <br /> And all their haunts of pride, <br />If I can steal, with rod and reel, <br /> I will be satisfied. <br /> <br />I'll gladly work my way through life; <br /> I would not always play; <br />I only ask to quit the strife <br /> For an occasional day. <br />If I can sneak from toil a week <br /> To chum with stream and tree, <br />I'll fish away and smiling say <br /> That life's been good to me.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reward-9/
