When me and Bill wuz ridin' On a rough an' rocky trail, An' I wuz meditatin' How us human critters fail, Soon we viewed a startlin' picture, Drawed as akrit as a line It wuz one them matchless figgers, 'Twas a giant mountain pine. An' then I tole my Billy God had set it in that place, An' how it growed toward Heaven Fer to look Him in the face. An' while my boy kep' measurin' That great an' perfect tree I prayed he'd grow jes' like it; Wouldn't do to foller me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALMANACH DU PRINTEMPS VIVAROIS by HAYDEN CARRUTH I'M GOING BACK TO SOMETHING by DAVID IGNATOW THE CRESCENT MOON by AMY LOWELL CLAY BISON IN A CAVE by CLARENCE MAJOR STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 5. MARYLAND by CLARENCE MAJOR |