Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GOOD NEIGHBORS, by WILLARD WATTLES Poet's Biography First Line: Many a man hath gold to guard Last Line: Because I have good neighbors. Subject(s): Neighbors | ||||||||
Many a man hath gold to guard And house to keep him warm, And ale to drink and bread to eat And strong and ready arm; But many a man when time is come To rest him from his labors Hath not so rich a store as I Who boast me of good neighbors. There's many a lad would scale the hills And sail the fickle ocean, And touching keels at every quay Live ever in commotion. But what a man may buy with sweat Or carve with hearty saber He may not own so sure as I Who have a jovial neighbor. Oh, some would cram a granary With oats and corn and barley, And some would dance a round or two With every fiddling Charlie. I like the time when malt is ripe And Jenny brings the tabors, But mostly I like every day Because I have good neighbors. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRIGHT SUN AFTER HEAVY SNOW by JANE KENYON THE MAN INTO WHOSE YARD YOU SHOULD NOT HIT YOUR BALL by THOMAS LUX PLASTIC BEATITUDE by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR BESIDE MILL RIVER by MADELINE DEFREES HELSINKI, 1940 by ANSELM HOLLO THE POET'S TREE by CLARENCE MAJOR |
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