Swazy folks and others; poems . AND OTHERS Going to Town With Pa. T TELL you what I liked to do?*? When I was bout as big as you, Was go t town with pa!They aint been nuthin fore or sence,Of nigh one half the consequence,Nor half s full of pure joyAs when my motherd holler: Boy,Its brekfus time, nigh five oclock—F yll hurry up an feed the stock Y kin go t town with pa. Beyond the ridge the white road bent—The furthest then Id ever went ! An then went leadin downPast Jacksons Crick an Possum Gap,Through woods so dark I hung t ever step showed more an moreThe world Id never knowed before;
Swazy folks and others; poems . AND OTHERS Going to Town With Pa. T TELL you what I liked to do?*? When I was bout as big as you, Was go t town with pa!They aint been nuthin fore or sence,Of nigh one half the consequence,Nor half s full of pure joyAs when my motherd holler: Boy,Its brekfus time, nigh five oclock—F yll hurry up an feed the stock Y kin go t town with pa. Beyond the ridge the white road bent—The furthest then Id ever went ! An then went leadin downPast Jacksons Crick an Possum Gap,Through woods so dark I hung t ever step showed more an moreThe world Id never knowed before;Past fields o wavin wheat an flaxAn then across the railroad tracks. An then—t Burgettstown! Ah, Burgettstown! Me-trop-o-lesOf all my youthful dreams, I gess, Nun half so great cud be!The biggest millwheel ever wroughtWas turned to grind the grist we brought!The biggest things the world arounI saw right thare in Burgettstown—No buildins half so big an tall!It seemed that there was nuthin small— Exceptin pa an me!. Beyond the ridge the white road bent, SWAZY FOLKS AND OTHERS 153 The sund be edgin tords the WestWhen pad allow: Well, bub, you best, Climb up here with yer pa,An* out from neath the seat ud cumThe snack that pa had brought from hum-Sum hard-biled eggs an ginger snapsWas alius fa-vor-ites o paps—•An Id eat, too, till I cudnt * be plum glad, as glad cud be, T* git back hum t ma! 154 SWAZY FOLKS AND OTHERS Two Songs. A singer touched a lofty note—?*• ^ An eerie something far from me—That seemed through broadest space to float And echo back from land and sea;It was so rich and full and clear,It pleased my heart and made me cheer. Then through the years another rang—A song borne up on memrys wings, A lullaby my mother sang Of cradle time and homely things; It roused the memories that sleep And touched my heart and made me weep!
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