Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SELLING A COW IN VERMONT, by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY Poet's Biography First Line: Whoa! Whitey; morning, neighbor bell Last Line: They're passing not to come again. Subject(s): Animals; Cows; Farm Life; Trade; Vermont; Agriculture; Farmers | ||||||||
"WHOA! Whitey; Morning, Neighbor Bell, I heerd you had a cow to sell." "You heerd it crossways, Neighbor Gale, I hain't no special cow for sale." "I heerd from Wiggins, up above, You had a cow you guessed you'd shove." "I'll slap a price on any cow; What's that to Wiggins, anyhow?" "I want a cow for Monday night, But yourn, I guess, is ruther light." "I ain't your clothespin, Neighbor Gale: No light cows right 'round here for sale." "I want a cow for Tuesday's cart, And Hart has got oneone-armed Hart." "He tossed the crows two head last year; There ain't no Hart stock stopping here." "Of course, 'taint none of my concern If you hain't got no cow to turn." "I've got a cow that's beef, alright, But I ain't here to say she's light." "I guess, By Gosh! I know the cow, Her mother stops with Daddy Dow." "Yes, Sir; she chews a native cud; She ain't no pop-eye Jersey Blood." "I had a cow last week from Wright For twenty-nine, but yourn is light." "No cows 'round here for twenty-nine, Leastways, no cows that run with mine." "If she was all the cow on earth I s'pose that's 'bout what she'd be worth." "I'm done with giving cows away, There's stanchion room and she can stay." "You see I butcher Monday night; I'd like the cowtoo bad she's light." "Too bad there ain't no trade in you; She'll peddle out for thirty-two." "You've got 'er too tarnation high; I want a cow a man can buy." "She's dried tight off and punkin plump; She ain't all brisket, bones and rump." "I ain't a-butchering jest to see How big a lunkhead I can be." "Well; I shan't call it no disgrace To beef that critter on the place." "You squeeze my wallet mighty thin, But Monday morning drive 'er in." And so we boys got up at five And snaked 'er inshe wouldn't drive. Now, note all ye of thoughtful build, That cow was bought and sold and killed; Yet on her head no price was set, No offer ever made or met; But through some psychometric skill, Or gumption, call it what you will; Them dickerers knew where each would break, What one would give and 'tother'd take. 'Twas thus Vermonters used to trade, And when were better bargains made! Hats off to these real trading men They're passing not to come again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KICKING THE LEAVES by DONALD HALL THE FARMER'S BOY: WINTER by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD THE FARMER'S BOY: SPRING by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD THE FARMER'S BOY: SUMMER by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD THE FARMER'S BOY: AUTUMN by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD A VERMONT 'DONATION' by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |
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