My Brother's Keeper
When an Amish village in Iowa once burnt down
Their brethren in Pennsylvania gathered round
They decided at once to put their own lives on hold
To their dear brothers' aid in horse-drawn wagons they rolled
You can imagine the delight on the Iowans' faces
When they heard the clop-clop of those horses' paces
Quickly they prepared a hearty meal for their guests
Then went to work together -- This was no time to rest
They rebuilt that village, house by house and barn by barn
You have my word: This story is true; it's no idle yarn
In just three short weeks, the whole job was done
So, the guests packed up their wagons and rode back home
In the event of a catastrophe like a flood or a fire
Insurance is something Amish do not require
For they live by an adage we'd be wise to remember
'I am my brother's keeper,' now and forever
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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