Waterin’ Th' Horses

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I took th' horses to th' brook - to water 'em you know,
  Th' air was cold with just a touch o' frost;
And as we went a-joggin' down I couldn't help but
 think,
  O' city folk an' all the things they lost.

O' cause they have their lighted streets - their Great
 White Way an' such,
  O' course they have their buildings large an' tall;
But, my! they never know th' joy o' ridin' ter th'
 brook,
  An' somehow I don't envy 'em at all!

Perhaps I'd like it - for awhile - to hear th' songs an'
 laughter,
  But somehow, I don't know exactly why;
I'd feel th' country callin' me; I'd long again fer
 silence,
  An' fer God's mountains, blue against the sky.

I took th' horses to th' brook - to water 'em you know,
  Th' day was pretty as a day can be;
An' as we went a-joggin' down I couldn't help but
 think,
  O' city folk an' all they never see!

© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster