 | Poems of Rural Life in Common English |  |
H.
A few years since my wheels, unmade,
Were living timber, under bark,
And my new ploughshare's grey-blue blade
Was ore deep lying in the dark;
But now I have my gear, and now
Have bought two mares to haul or plough.
I waited on, in careful mood,
For stock to win our livelihood.
W.
Aye ‘work and wait's’ the wisest way,
For ‘work and wait’ will win the day.
A few years since my wheels, unmade,
Were living timber, under bark,
And my new ploughshare's grey-blue blade
Was ore deep lying in the dark;
But now I have my gear, and now
Have bought two mares to haul or plough.
I waited on, in careful mood,
For stock to win our livelihood.
W.
Aye ‘work and wait's’ the wisest way,
For ‘work and wait’ will win the day.
| Poems of Rural Life in Common English | |