Today I saw <br />A market cart going along the road, <br />High-piled and creaking with a sonsy load <br />Of cabbages. <br />The driver sat <br />Under a little tent himself had made <br />To give him shelter from the rain or shade <br />In summertime. <br />Such men as he, <br />Backed by the riches of a country side, <br />Should have kings' faces, full of jolly pride <br />In comeliness. <br />But he was tired <br />After a night's work under starlit skies, <br />And crouched like a poor slave, with anxious eyes <br />Turned citywards.<br /><br />Lesbia Harford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/today-i-saw/
