W'EN de snow's a-fallin' An' de win' is col'. Mammy 'mence a-callin', Den she 'mence to scol', "Lucius Lishy Brackett, Don't you go out do's, Button up yo' jacket, Les'n you 'll git froze." I sit at de windah Lookin' at de groun', Nuffin nigh to hindah, Mammy ain' erroun'; Wish't she would n' mek me Set down in dis chaih; Pshaw, it would n't tek me Long to git some aih. So I jump down nimble Ez a boy kin be, Dough I 's all a-trimble Feahed some one 'll see; Bet in a half a minute I fly out de do' An' I 's knee-deep in it, Dat dah blessed snow. Den I hyeah a pattah Come acrost de flo'. Den dey comes a clattah At de cabin do'; An' my mammy holler Spoilin' all my joy, "Come in f'om dat waller, Don't I see you, boy?" W'en de snow 's a-sievin' Down ez sof' ez meal, Whut 's de use o' livin' 'Cept you got de feel Of de stuff dat 's fallin' 'Roun' an' white an' damp, 'Dout some one a-callin', "Come in hyeah, you scamp! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FUNERAL by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE NORTHERN FARMER, NEW STYLE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE LUTE OBEYS by THOMAS WYATT THE FOREST POOL by MATHILDE BLIND THE OLD MAID'S STORY by ADA CAMBRIDGE |