The Gift Of Water Poem by Hamlin Garland
The Gift Of Water
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“IS water nigh?”
The plainsmen cry,
As they meet and pass in the desert grass.
With finger tip
Across the lip
I ask the sombre Navajo.
The brown man smiles and answers “Sho!”
With fingers high, he signs the miles
To the desert spring,
And so we pass in the dry dead grass,
Brothers in bond of the water’s ring.
Monday, September 27, 2010
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