I took th' horses to th' brook - to water 'em you know, <br />Th' air was cold with just a touch o' frost; <br />And as we went a-joggin' down I couldn't help but <br />think, <br />O' city folk an' all the things they lost. <br /> <br />O' cause they have their lighted streets - their Great <br />White Way an' such, <br />O' course they have their buildings large an' tall; <br />But, my! they never know th' joy o' ridin' ter th' <br />brook, <br />An' somehow I don't envy 'em at all! <br /> <br />Perhaps I'd like it - for awhile - to hear th' songs an' <br />laughter, <br />But somehow, I don't know exactly why; <br />I'd feel th' country callin' me; I'd long again fer <br />silence, <br />An' fer God's mountains, blue against the sky. <br /> <br />I took th' horses to th' brook - to water 'em you know, <br />Th' day was pretty as a day can be; <br />An' as we went a-joggin' down I couldn't help but <br />think, <br />O' city folk an' all they never see!<br /><br />Margaret Elizabeth Sangster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waterin-th-horses-2/
