The spring water on the hill meandered its way <br />Amid the rocks, grass, and fern. <br />A compassionate man considered it as a potential site <br />Where exhausted hikers might turn. <br /> <br />He walled in the spring and hung with care <br />A dipper at the brink. <br />He thought not of the deed he did, <br />But that all hikers might rest and drink. <br /> <br />He checked the site often, and the spring, <br />By the end of summer never dried, <br />Had quenched the thirst of many parching tongues <br />And became a haven for the weary and the tired. <br /> <br />The thought was small, but the deed great, <br />To all those who ventured to the spring on the hill. <br />A simple fancy of the brain - a welcomed site, <br />And appreciated by all the hikers still.<br /><br />Joseph T. Renaldi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-compassionate-deed/
