Swazy folks and others; poems . rt o chokes a feller! From ever tarnal limb so bare The saps a-drippin, an though there S no way of mortils knowin,I believe thems tears o joy, by cuss—That Natchers glad fer spring as us— An thats her way o showin! 28 SWAZY FOLKS AND OTHERS Leave My Dreams to Me. T want but little here below, just let me have my dreams,And you may keep the gold and dross, and all the petty schemesThat men conceive, in Greed and Gain, to foist on fellow men—Just let me be a pilgrim, lone, to love and dreamagain Of hollyhocksIn riot, red,A puncheon floor—A trundle bed—And things
Swazy folks and others; poems . rt o chokes a feller! From ever tarnal limb so bare The saps a-drippin, an though there S no way of mortils knowin,I believe thems tears o joy, by cuss—That Natchers glad fer spring as us— An thats her way o showin! 28 SWAZY FOLKS AND OTHERS Leave My Dreams to Me. T want but little here below, just let me have my dreams,And you may keep the gold and dross, and all the petty schemesThat men conceive, in Greed and Gain, to foist on fellow men—Just let me be a pilgrim, lone, to love and dreamagain Of hollyhocksIn riot, red,A puncheon floor—A trundle bed—And things I love and cherish now, that looked sohomely then. Just place me where my easy chair shall face the evenings pictures form with magic art as fancies come and go,And all the paths that lead away guide weary pilgrims feetTo cottages with open doors where love andfriendship meet— A humble roof— The song of birds—The welcome lowOf distant roses grow around the home and drip theirfragrance The Place of Dream SWAZY FOLKS AND OTHERS 31 And open wide the ancient door, so vagrant winds that blowMay bear the music back to me—the songs of long ago—And echo childrens voices—songs of happiness and glee,—All silent now these many years—and for Eternity;Then leave me here To dream and rest,With eyes uponThe dying west—Take all the wealth the world affords but leavemy dreams to me! 32 SWAZY FOLKS AND OTHERS Grandpa. r\ranpa Jones has turn to stay^-^ Since my dranma went away-Tuz it aint so lonesome ezWhare he used to Hve, he sez;Tells me bestest stories, tuzTheys about when wartime wuz! Wartime wuz long time agoFore my dranpa ever knowWho my papa wuz, an* heDidnt know my ma or meWhen the wartime wuz, becuzWe want here when wartime wuz. Sumtimes when my dranpa goesUpstairs where his hat an clothesAt he weared when wartime is,S packed away with fings of his,I peek through the door an seeMostest fun they ever be! Puts his fixins on an nenJu
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