There is a mellow pleasantness about The Negro village near the Southern town On Autumn days. The talk flows in and out, From house to house. . . . "Sis Viney's man is down Wi' chills en fever" . . . Dulcey's boys "has cotch Th'ee han'some 'possums" . . . Wesley's "up in cote" . . . He got six months for it. (He stole a watch) . . . Rennie is "cookin' out" . . . Dan's bought a shoat . . . The talk goes on. The children play and sing As white youths do, only more quietly; A sleeping hound, notched-eared and nondescript, Sprawls on the sidewalk; every living thing, Loving the sun, comes out-of-doors to see Where laughing Autumn's feet have lightly tript. |