But Woodworth never stopped thinking of his Scituate home. After work one evening, Woodworth poured himself a glass of city water. It wasn’t very refreshing. Casually he remarked③to his wife, Lydia, how wonderful it would be to have a long, cool drink from the oaken bucket at his father’s well. Lydia had a suggestion:Why not put it to poetry?
3.Part 3 (Para. 3)
C.List poems give both a pattern and a
rhyme to the poem.
4.Part 4 (Para. 4)
D.Nursery rhymes have a lot of repetition
His poem was an instant success. It seemed to touch everyone who had ever been homesick. At the height of its popularity⑤, The Old Oaken Bucket was translated⑥ into four languages, and the words were set to a popular tune of the time. Over the years, countless people have read or sung Woodworth’s ode to his boyhood. Today it is the official song of Scituate, Massachusetts.