I know where butternut an' shag-bark trees Grow thick,—an' chestnuts an' sweet-acorns too. Each fall we go there an' pick all we please— We take our lunch an' stay the whole day through. Last week we went to where the walnuts grew, With two big sacks an' filled 'em at our ease. I shinned one tree—that's what I love to do!— And then we hunted, on our hands an' knees. But after all, the part I like the best Is when the sacks have gotten pretty fat, An' some one says it's time we ought to rest An' start the jam an' cookies an' all that. This time it kind of spoiled my interest To find a chestnut burr just where I sat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE TRENCHES by RICHARD ALDINGTON LETTER TO MAXINE SULLIVAN by HAYDEN CARRUTH WHAT WE SAID THE LIGHT SAID by JAMES GALVIN CURTAIN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A REPUBLIC! by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |