Category: Poetry
Twenty-two of these Bucolics have appeared from time to time during the last three years in “A LINE O’ TYPE OR TWO” of _The Chicago Tribune_. For permission to reprint them here I am indebted to the genial “Conductor.”
Twenty-two of these Bucolics have appeared from time to time during the last three years in “A LINE O’ TYPE OR TWO” of _The Chicago Tribune_. For permission to reprint them here...
2. Part 2It’s wonderful what eatin’ will dew ter set ye right; It’s one the things ’bout farmin’ ’t nothin’ beats; Yew get all riled fer sweatin’ ’ithout a break in sight, But—yew fergit...
3. Part 3“Years ago, forty odd, wild hogs was ez thick In these ’ere Skillet bottoms ez ‘cats’ in the crick. They follered the mast (tho’ I ain’t meanin’ shippin’), An’ ’long in the Fall...
4. Part 4I’ll go further yit an’ say thet the shades O’ them colors I plainly kin see Is ev’ry durn hue in the specktum but blue, An’ mebby that’s thar fer all me.