Tile Drains + 

’Tis sad to see the richest land, + 

Barren where water it doth stand; + 

You seek for crop but all in vain, + 

For land requires the under drain. + 

But you cause mother earth to smile, + 

When ventilated by the tile; + 

Before, she felt sour and old, + 

Drains warm her heart and expel cold. + 

Porous now are all her veins, + 

From filtration of the drains, + 

And each tiny sparkling rill, + 

Sends through her heart a pleasing thrill. + 

Before, it was cold and crusty, + 

And it was both sour and musty; + 

But now it doth beat high with hopes, + 

Rejoicing in her mighty crops. + 

Tile must be laid straight and level, + 

But of course with a slight bevel; + 

Sloping towards ditch or creek, + 

Where way to ocean it doth seek. + 

’Tis true that fiercer rages floods, + 

Since country it was stripp’d of woods, + 

And rivers they do broader spread, + 

With numerous tile drains quicker fed. + 