I saw a span of oxen plodding down The shady streets of Clinton yesterday -- All unperturbed they went upon their way Despite the rush of cars that jammed the town. A siren shrieked -- a booted chauffeur swore -- A bread-truck jammed its brake -- a traffic-cop Upheld a massive fist for them to stop -- They turned to right and paused beside a store. I watched the farmer grope below the seat For lumpy bags of grain and nimbly jump Across the wheel, then pat the shaggy rump Of both before he ambled down the street And wondered if, with all our rush and noise We had not left behind the gentler joys. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WILD FLOWER'S SONG by WILLIAM BLAKE ANTONY AND [OR, TO] CLEOPATRA by WILLIAM HAINES LYTLE MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE DUST by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE SOUL'S TRAVELLING by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE EYES OF LOVE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |