Shoulders
A man crosses the street in rain,
stepping gently, looking two times north and south,
because his son is asleep on his shoulder.
No car must splash him.
No car drive too near to his shadow.
This man carries the world's most sensitive cargo
but he's not marked.
Nowhere does his jacket say FRAGILE,
HANDLE WITH CARE.
His ear fills up with breathing.
He hears the hum of a boy's dream
deep inside him.
We're not going to be able
to live in this world
if we're not willing to do what he's doing
with one another.
The road will only be wide.
The rain will never stop falling.
stepping gently, looking two times north and south,
because his son is asleep on his shoulder.
No car must splash him.
No car drive too near to his shadow.
This man carries the world's most sensitive cargo
but he's not marked.
Nowhere does his jacket say FRAGILE,
HANDLE WITH CARE.
His ear fills up with breathing.
He hears the hum of a boy's dream
deep inside him.
We're not going to be able
to live in this world
if we're not willing to do what he's doing
with one another.
The road will only be wide.
The rain will never stop falling.
Naomi Shihab Nye
And the poem is not so much a poem, as a life-lesson (the poem tells a little story as a way of getting a message across: uch the way that a pastor does in a sermon). You could say that the mood of the poem is tenderness (I would guess your teacher would like you to say that). She the poem-writer is appealing to us (humanity) to consider the simple people of this world who care for the next generation. The man carrying the child isn't an important person whom the world sees and reveres but we should take a leaf out of his book and take care of what is precious to us...our children, our fellow man and by extension the world in which we live. I think she is conveying is one of sadness, and fearfulness for the future.
And the poem is not so much a poem, as a life-lesson (the poem tells a little story as a way of getting a message across: uch the way that a pastor does in a sermon). You could say that the mood of the poem is tenderness (I would guess your teacher would like you to say that). She the poem-writer is appealing to us (humanity) to consider the simple people of this world who care for the next generation. The man carrying the child isn't an important person whom the world sees and reveres but we should take a leaf out of his book and take care of what is precious to us...our children, our fellow man and by extension the world in which we live. I think she is conveying is one of sadness, and fearfulness for the future.
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