Apples And Water Poem by Robert Graves

Apples And Water

Rating: 2.4

Dust in a cloud, blinding weather,
Drums that rattle and roar!
A mother and daughter stood together
Beside their cottage door.

'Mother, the heavens are bright like brass,
The dust is shaken high,
With labouring breath the soldiers pass,
Their lips are cracked and dry.'

'Mother, I'll throw them apples down,
I'll bring them pails of water.'
The mother turned with an angry frown
Holding back her daughter.

'But mother, see, they faint with thirst,
They march away to die,'
'Ah, sweet, had I but known at first
Their throats are always dry.'

'There is no water can supply them
In western streams that flow,
There is no fruit can satisfy them
On orchard trees that grow.'

'Once in my youth I gave, poor fool,
A soldier apples and water,
So may I die before you cool
Your father's drouth, my daughter.'

Leslie Sharp 08 January 2015

It sent me the feelings that we get punish for our beliefs and if we don't do exactly what someone wants from us! They torment you I except people for who they are not what I think they should because or what I want them to become. I been thru this here recently in life it is horrible and I think people that do this to others are cruel. I have come to believe we except everyone no matter what their life has become or there religion beliefs are.

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Robert Graves

Robert Graves

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