Well, if hyer ain't some comp'ny. Look hyer, Wayne, Who's come in now fer summer! Hit shore is Right good to see ye! Find yerself a cheer Back where it's cool, an' rest yer hat. I 'lowed You'd be a-comin' in along 'bout now. Spare ye some eggs an' milk? Why, shore I kin, An' apples, too; an' purty soon the'll be Some roas'n-ears on that there early corn. Law', no! My gardin's not a-doing no good. Hit's been a sight wet, an' hit jis' look like Th' weeds 'ud take th' patch. But th' new moon, Hit come up dry las' night. July'll be fair. Now, you don't haf to go! Jis' set a spell ... Wayne, fatch Miss Sue a drink fresh frum th' spring ... I'm mighty proud you've come! Hit don't seem like Th' summer's rightly hyer, till you git in! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHANGED WOMAN by LOUISE BOGAN CURTAIN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON I SING OF LOVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON EPITAPH IN A CHURCH-YARD IN CHARLESTON, SOUTH CAROLINA by AMY LOWELL AUTUMN SONG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 3. THAILALND by KAREN SWENSON |