Welcome to this week’s podcast (although it’s been closer to 2 weeks since my last one). The end of Book Five in the Mr. Wugidgem Series is in sight, but it will take me a few more weeks to finish up. Today I will read another poem from my Grandmother’s collection. This one is entitled The Mailman. I believe you will find it another wonderful “slice of life.”
As is my new custom, I am posting the text for those of you who would like to follow along as I read:
This is a tribute to the mailman,
Be he on a busy street,
Or has the rural country beat.
He is ever faithful and alert
Trying to deliver the mail unhurt.
No matter what the weather may be,
He is “on the job,” willing to see
That all the letters he safely brings,
And the papers, too, and other things.
Maybe it rains, or sleets, or snows,
Or thunders loud or a strong wind blows.
Whatever it does, he’s ready and true,
With a pleasant smile, his duty to do.
Written on February 10, 1969 in Brooklyn, Connecticut