SEEMS like a feller'd ort'o jes' to-day Git down and roll and waller, don't you know, In that-air stubble, and flop up and crow, Seein' sich crops! I'll undertake to say There're no wheat's ever turned out thataway Afore this season! -- Folks is keerless, though, And too fergitful -- 'caze we'd ort'o show More thankfulness! -- Jes' looky hyonder, hey? -- And watch that little reaper wadin' thue That last old yaller hunk o' harvest-ground -- Jes natchur'ly a-slicin' it in two Like honeycomb, and gaumin' it around The field -- like it had nothin' else to do On'y jes' waste it all on me and you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAGNETIC MOUNTAIN: 32 by CECIL DAY LEWIS AT THE CEDARS by DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT VENUS AND ADONIS by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 115 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE HUSBAND'S PETITION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE INVITATION by JAMES BARCLAY |