The ox-team and the automobile <br />Stood face to face on the long red road, <br />The long red road was narrow <br />At the turn of the hill, <br />And below was the sun-dancing river <br />Afoam over the rocks. <br /> <br />The mild-mannered beasts stood par, chewing their cud. <br />The stubble-bearded man from the mountains, <br />Rustier than his wagon, <br />Unmoving eyed the proud chauffeur. <br />The little ragged girl, <br />With sun-bleached hair, <br />Sitting on a ahrd, yellow-powdrey bag, <br />Looked across at the smart motor hats of the ladies, <br />And their chiffon scarfs <br />That the light breeze fingered. <br />The proud chauffeur blew his horn, <br />But nothing moved- <br />Except the foaming, sun-dancing river down below. <br /> <br />Then he jerked his head, <br />And turned the wheel, <br />And slowly, carefully, <br />The automobile moved back over the long red road. <br /> <br />And the mild-mannered beasts lifted their feet, <br />And the stubble-bearded man flipped his rein, <br />Ad the ragged little girl looked ahead up the hill, <br />And the ox-team lumbered and limped over the long red road.<br /><br />Harriet Monroe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-meeting-18/
