Free Water By Henry Beer (Poem)

 

Free Water

By Henry Beer

While working in my garden,

When plants are very dry,

I seek by man's contrivance

The moisture to supply.

Perchance by human efforts

Some water is supplied,

The space that man can water

Is neither large nor wide.

When we have cares engrossing

It takes much precious time

To use the hose in watering;

It throws us out of line.

The water from the hydrant

Joined to the main supply

We think about conserving

As days are hot and dry.

The water from the storage

Is not given to us free;

By the reading on the meter

We must pay the proper fee.

If He who governs nature

Does not charge for blessings sent,

Should we not at least be grateful,

Filled with love and kind intent?

Now have you ever pondered

How wonderful - the rain!

It falls to earth in volumes

And waters hill and plain.

The reservoirs of water

Held in clouds so high,

We mortals can not measure,

Not fathom the supply.

The Father's store is bounteous,

And He provides for all;

For man and beasts and flowers

He causes rain to fall.

Now man by human wisdom

Does wonders, we agree!

But God gives rain in volume,

And what's more, it's free!