It Is Pure Water

It is pure water, distilled, and put up by nature herself, 
who needs no government label 
to certify to the cleanliness of her methods 
and the innocence of her sun-kissed chemistry. 
It is the tiniest trace of earth salts. 
It has a delicate aroma. 
It is slightly a food, generously a drink, and altogether poetry.
Not altogether is it poetry. 
Not in respect of price. 
Not even the most hard-working of the poets 
can afford to buy the early Watermelon. 
— The Citizen-Republican, Scotland, South Dakota, Watermelon