Classic and Contemporary Poetry
APPLE-PARING NIGHT IN VERMONT, by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY Poet's Biography First Line: The biggest basket 'round our place Last Line: That weekly apple-paring night. Subject(s): Apples; Farm Life; Food & Eating; Fruit; Harvest; Labor & Laborers; Vermont; Agriculture; Farmers; Work; Workers | ||||||||
THE biggest basket 'round our place, It held a bushel and a half; The other ones all went inside Like shorts inside a cosset calf; And when we boys got home from school And saw it standing there in sight, A-plumping full of big pound-sweets, We knew 'twas apple-paring night. And so when supper things was done, We raised both table leaves and lit An extry lamp, and got the frames And wooden bowls and coring kit, And strings and needles and a box In which the skins and cores could light, And went to work, like all possessed, For it was apple-paring night. The hired man, he jumped right in And run the queer machine that pared; You held the knife with either hand And with the other turned and swared; The thing was made by Gilman Sawin That grandpa raiseda boy 'twas bright I wish I had that old machine We used on apple-paring night. We split 'em first, and then we cored, And went all through like little men; And then we had to start to string And go all through the work again; It made you tired the second time, Because you knew that Riley Wright Was home a-ciphering, jest to get Ahead of you on apple night. Sometimes a neighbor used to call I still can hear the knocker sound And if his wife was with him, too, We'd all quit work and set around; But pa would sometimes keep right on A-stringing, that was his delight, Especially if them folks was apt To call on apple-paring night. We men, we did the work complete, For all agreed the wimmen folks Had work a-plenty every night A-mending mittens, coats and cloaks; And though I thought that I was 'bused, I see that my abuse was slight; In fact, I'm glad we used to have That weekly apple-paring night. | Discover our poem explanations - click here!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO BIG TREND by TERRANCE HAYES AFTER WORKING SIXTY HOURS AGAIN FOR WHAT REASON by HICOK. BOB DAY JOB AND NIGHT JOB by ANDREW HUDGINS BIXBY'S LANDING by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON BUILDING WITH STONE by ROBINSON JEFFERS LINES FROM A PLUTOCRATIC POETASTER TO A DITCH-DIGGER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS IN CALIFORNIA: MORNING, EVENING, LATE JANUARY by DENISE LEVERTOV |
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