SPRINKLE, sprinkle, little hose (You can't help it, I suppose); The unsodded, fruitful dirt Sodden with thy sudden squirt! Squirt and sprinkle, gentle hose, Drowning less torrential woes; Giving merry worms their drink, Softly squirtle, sweetly sprink! As in other, larger floods Rainbows glint thy fertile muds, So, assured of final calm, Through thy nozzle pour thy balm! Make the sidewalk and the street Moist for parched and weary feet; Keep thy rivulets a-flow, Tripping each fantastic toe; Seek thy brethren on the limb, Fetching them into the swim; Till, as each doth pass the fence Scattering his eloquence, Uttereth each a single note, Like thee, from his liquid throat, And the idlest, as she goes, Darns the customary hose! Then, thy simple duty done, Quit, as erstwhile quits the sun, With the other hoes to bed, Coiling in thy shadowy shed! Gardeners proclaim thy praise, Children love thy childlike ways: May we, like them, learn from thee Irresponsibility! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEARS IN SLEEP by LOUISE BOGAN SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: HARRY WILMANS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE SPELL OF THE YUKON by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE HIS EXCELLENCY GENERAL WASHINGTON by PHILLIS WHEATLEY THE VIELD PATH by WILLIAM BARNES THE DEAD SPARROW by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS |