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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHEN DE FAT AM ON DE POSSUM, by JOHN TROTWOOD MOORE Poet's Biography
First Line: O de glory ob de fall days, de bes' ob all de
Last Line: When de taters in de possum—an' de possum am in me!
Subject(s): Hunting; Relationships; Hunters
First Line: O de glory ob de fall days, de bes' ob all de
Last Line: When de taters in de possum—an' de possum am in me!
Subject(s): Hunting; Relationships; Hunters
ODE glory ob de fall days, de bes' ob all de year,
Wid de smoke a curlin' up'ard in de mornin' crisp an' clear—
When de days cum brimmin' ober wid de soft an' meller light,
An' pollertics an' 'ligyum both ergwine day an' night!
O I don' want no better times den dese my life to fill,
When de fat am on de possum an' de taters in de hill!
O de glory ob de fall days—O de splendor ob de morn—
When de hills an' valleys echo wid de hunter's tuneful horn,
When de yaller gal braid up her ha'r an' sets out in de sun,
An' de fat shoat in de beechwood snort an' whirl eroun' an' run!
You may talk erbout yer Promused Ian'—I've got it at my wish
When de brown am on de possum an' de taters in de dish!
Sum say dis am a wicked wurl an' full ob sin an' shame,
Dat frenship's but er holler soun' an' love am but er name,
Dat all de men am liars yit an' all de women false,
Wid death an' taxes allers heah to make us rise and waltz.
Dat mebbe so—one t'ing I kno'—it nebber seems to be
When de taters in de possum—an' de possum am in me!
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