"I hear wagon-wheels and hoofs, and they're coming up the road; Look and tell me what it is, Aunt Essie." "Hit's the pore-farm buggy, child, an' hit's carryin' a load; They're a going to the pore-house, Dessie." "O, tell me who it is! I can hear a baby cry -- No, it's two babies crying now, Aunt Essie." "Hit's Alethie and her twins; I could see as they went by; She's a-trying to hush 'em, little Dessie." "Did the mother spank the twins? Are they tired? Are they cold? Else why should they be crying, dear Aunt Essie?" "Run along and find your doll. Time to worry when you're old ... Hush, I'll tell ye. They're a-starvin'! Starvin' Dessie!" "No matter what I do, still I hear those babies cry. I can't play any more, Aunt Essie." "O, the pore-house is a ghost hanting pore folks till they die ... But we ain't afraid of ghosts, aire we, Dessie?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FOOL'S ADVENTURE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE THE BALLAD OF BAZILE BORGNE: L'ENVOI by IDA COLE BARTLATT THE WATERS OF H. BAPTISME by JOSEPH BEAUMONT TRICKSTERS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET A DIGIT OF THE MOON by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT DEATH IN A BALL-ROOM by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |