THE postman is a happy man, Because he does the best he can To make the people's faces bright. He comes along with willing feet. He knows each person, house, and street, I think his life is quite a treat. Bringing crispy letters is his main delight. He carries round a bag of leather. His shoes are made for every weather; And taking all things in together The postman is a happy man Because he does the best he can, He makes the people's faces blight, Pleasing everybody is his main delight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE OF THE LEAST OF THESE, MY LITTLE ONE' by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SMOTHERED FIRES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE LAMP OF LIFE by AMY LOWELL THE RING AND THE CASTLE by AMY LOWELL BONNYBELL: THE GRAY SPHEX by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: THE CONVENT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WILLIAM MARION REEDY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |