Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DROUGHT, by MARY F. COCHRANE First Line: Oh, can't I help, poor four - legg'd, sad scarecrow? Last Line: Your strained heart breaks here at its poor goal's brink. Subject(s): Drought | ||||||||
Oh, can't I help, poor four-legg'd, sad scarecrow? Poor parching bovine, you've no strength to low, Nor wish to nose the now-reached water's slack! Here, let my tender hand cup you this drink. But, bracing, swaying, trying to look back Where young lies prostrate as if from a throw -- Though fev'rishly in nostrils sunk I blow, Your strained heart breaks here at its poor goal's brink. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CA'LINE'S PRAYER by LUCILLE CLIFTON SAN ANTONIO MI SANGRE: FROM THE HARD SEASON by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE DESERT PARABLE by ELEANOR WILNER KINGFISHER FLAT by WILLIAM EVERSON THE BROKEN DROUGHT by ROBERT FROST CANE: NOVEMBER COTTON FLOWER by JEAN TOOMER DESERT WIFE by NELLIE COOLEY ALDER DROUTH WILL BE ENDED by GLADYS NAOMI ARNOLD |
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