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Teamwork Poems

Table of Contents

  1. The Two Kinds of People by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
  2. The Sewing Circle by Evander A. Crewson
  3. Who Killed the Plan? by Amos Russel Wells
  4. The Promise of Bread by C. L. Edson

  1. The Two Kinds of People

    No; the two kinds of people on earth I mean,
    Are the people who lift and the people who lean.

    - Ella Wheeler Wilcox
    The Two Kinds of People
    by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

    There are two kinds of people on earth to-day;
    Just two kinds of people, no more, I say.

    Not the sinner and saint, for it's well understood,
    The good are half bad and the bad are half good.

    Not the rich and the poor, for to rate a man's wealth,
    You must first know the state of his conscience and health.

    Not the humble and proud, for in life's little span,
    Who puts on vain airs is not counted a man.

    Not the happy and sad, for the swift flying years
    Bring each man his laughter and each man his tears.

    No; the two kinds of people on earth I mean,
    Are the people who lift and the people who lean.

    Wherever you go, you will find the earth's masses
    Are always divided in just these two classes.

    And, oddly enough, you will find, too, I ween,
    There's only one lifter to twenty who lean.

    In which class are you? Are you easing the load
    Of overtaxed lifters, who toil down the road?

    Or are you a leaner, who lets others share
    Your portion of labor, and worry and care?

  2. The Sewing Circle

    by Evander A. Crewson

    Sewing, sewing, busy sewing;
    Hear the scissors rattle, rattle;
    Everybody's tongue agoing—
    Tittle-tattle, tittle-tattle.

    Good intentions, glorious cause—
    Willing angels in life's battle;
    Picking out the little flaws—
    Tittle-tattle, tittle-tattle.

    Making some poor mother clothes;
    Helping buy the baby's rattle;
    Hitting friends and hitting foes—
    Tittle-tattle, tittle-tattle.

    Willing hearts and willing hands:
    Generals all in life's battle;
    Laying bare each other's plans—
    Tittle-tattle, tittle-tattle.

  3. Who Killed the Plan?

    by Amos Russel Wells

    Who killed the Plan?
    "I," said the Critic,
    "I knew how to hit it,
    I killed the Plan."

    Who killed the Plan?
    "I," the Bore said,
    "I talked it dead,
    I killed the Plan."

    Who killed the Plan?
    "I," said the Sloth,
    "I lagged and was loth.
    And I killed the Plan."

    Who killed the Plan?
    "I," said Ambition,
    "With my selfish vision
    I killed the Plan."

    Who killed the Plan?
    "I," said the Crank,
    "With my nonsense rank
    I killed the Plan."

  4. The Promise of Bread

    by C. L. Edson

    Out on the frozen uplands, underneath the snow and sleet,
    In the bosom of the plowland sleeps the Promise of the Wheat;
    With the ice for head-and-footstone, and a snowy shroud outspread
    In the frost-locked tomb of winter sleeps the Miracle of Bread.
    With its hundred thousand reapers and its hundred thousand men,
    And the click of guard and sickle and the flails that turn again, And drover's shout, and snap of whips and creak of horses' tugs,
    And a thin red line o' gingham girls that carry water jugs;
    And yellow stalks and dagger beards that stab thro' cotton clothes,
    And farmer boys a-shocking wheat in long and crooked rows,
    And dust-veiled men on mountain stacks, whose pitchforks flash and gleam;
    And threshing engines shrieking songs in syllables of steam,
    And elevators painted red that lift their giant arms
    And beckon to the Harvest God above the brooding farms,
    And loaded trains that hasten forth, a hungry world to fill—
    All sleeping just beneath the snow, out yonder on the hill.

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