Category: Poetry
There’s some of us has this world’s goods, An’ some of us has none-- But all of us has got the woods, An’ all has got the sun. So, settin’ here upon the stoop, This patch o’ pine beside, I never care a single whoop-- Fer I am satisfied.
There’s some of us has this world’s goods, An’ some of us has none-- But all of us has got the woods, An’ all has got the sun. So, settin’ here upon the stoop, This patch o’ pin...
2. Part 2Nature loves neither silences nor noise, She has her silence and she has her sound. Yet all the melody that she employs But serves to make her silence more profound.
3. Part 3Fer the world may fergit, er the world may not know, er the world it may know an’ not care, But ferever beside me wherever I go still another walks close who was there. Yes, the...