Watering Can

the year began under patient hand
and it's here that he stands with a watering can.
the boy walked down the dusty lane
dirt under foot and his arms they strained
pales full of water from down the creek
that he went to fetch 5 times a week.

upon his head he wore a cap
a wide brimmed sombrero to be exact.
his hands they were rough from the tumble of weeds
that were the days he tended steeds.

his father was gone most every day
to tend the fields and bale the hay.
so he was left alone himself
as his mother at birth she died on the shelf.

they had a good life with their horses and wheat
and after long days they'd sit down to eat.
the boy and his father so rough on the sides
been each other's favorite to spend with their time.

lamenting the days when they miss momma so.
she brought so much light to the lives she did know.
touched everyone's heart to begin from the start
and father taught son the gentlemanly part.

another year began under patient hand
and it's here that he stands with a watering can.