Its New Spring and Heavy Downpour

O good servant! Bring the white mare, grazing in the pasture, And saddle her; Or take out the Ranger car, in the backyard Is the thatched garage. It’ new spring, and heavy downpour, Call her to company me, Order a tent with tables and toys, bedding and lighting, And a countryside cook. I am in great mood, I have to picnic, there, In the country, by the bank of the brook, I was teaching, some years back, the lovely poor children, And loved it, and always had a feeling of joy. Invite the poor country men And serve them tea, and some fast food. Then in the thunders and rain I will dance and romance with her. And then, watching the muddy water rolling the rocks and willows’ trunks And bodies of animals dead, I have to in lonely meditate, Before a cheerless return.