"Chewink! Chewink!" a sprightly sound Ringing across the bushy ground, A worker's challenge bold and free, The alto call of industry. Deep in the underbrush is heard The scratching of the busy bird; Behold, with energetic heaves, Both feet at once, he flings the leaves. But ever, pausing on the brink Of new descent -- Chewink! Chewink! -- He shouts his slogan clear and strong, And glorifies his work with song. No dreary drudgery for him, A very dandy gay and trim, With black and white and ruddy brown, The smartest gentleman in town! Ah, brother toilers, bent and worn Beneath your burdens all forlorn, Your work's a martyrdom, you think? Just hear that bird: "Chewink! Chewink!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HAPPY WIND by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE DOG by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 7. THE SILENCE by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER MURMURINGS IN A FIELD HOSPITAL by CARL SANDBURG BLOUDIE JACKE OF SHREWSBERRIE; THE SHROPSHIRE BLUEBEARD by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 104. WRITTEN AT FLORENCE: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |