Little we want, my burro and I, Little we want but the open sky; By day the sun as we walk the roads; By night the stars as we rest from our loads. Tortillas for me and for him the scant grass; Water from rambling streams that we pass; Pulque, for me, in a village or two; For him, ears of corn, perhaps, precious and few. A girl, now and then, with a flower in her hair -- If her mother sits watching, few glances, -- take care! A few words of cheer as we travel along, And if lonely, I liven the time with a song. When night lights her candles, at close of the day, My serape about me, I stop by the way; A prayer to sweet Mary, the Mother of God, Who has led us along all the paths we have trod; A prayer to Lord Jesus to ease me of sin, And guard me from demons without and within. At rest from our trudging, beneath the kind sky, We lie down together, my burro and I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUNG BULLFROGS by CARL SANDBURG THE LOVER COMFORTETH HIMSELF WITH THE WORTHINESS OF HIS LOVE by HENRY HOWARD EVENING CLOUDS by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE THE TABLES TURNED by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A QUESTION by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS SONG OF SEID NIMETOLLAH OF KUHISTAN by AMIR NURU'D-DIN NI'MATU'LLAH EPISTLE TO DR. ENFIELD ON HIS REVISITING WARRINGTON IN 1789 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |