The Farmer In Town
By Daisy Wright Field in Rural Magazine
No, yer city life don’t suit me,
‘Though you’ve bragged it up a lot,
An’ it is true you hev conveniences
We country folks hain’t got,
But my old farm’s rollin’ acres --
Room fer cow an’ bird an’ bee,
Beats yer cramped up city quarters,
An’ it’s good enough for me.
Yes, It’s mighty fine an’ handy
When ye’re needin’ things to eat,
Fer to hev ‘ems brought right to you
By a wagon in the street;
But when it’s Sat’day evenin’
I kin go to town, you see,
Fer my pipeful an’ my groceries,
An’ it’s just a treat to me.
Yes, your auto is a stunner,
‘Speshly when it hits a man --
But I’ dunno as I need it,
Fer I’ve got a spankin’ span
That I raised myself -- I hitch ‘em
To the old spring wagon -- Gee!
How the wind goes hummin’ by us!
An’ I guess they’ll do fer me!
Yes, it certainly is handy,
When ye’re needin’ of a light,
Jest to touch a ‘lectric button,
Making daytime out o’ night.
But the lamplight’s sorter meller,
When from toil at night we’re free,
Gathered ‘round the table readin’,
An’ it’s handy ‘nuff fer me.
Smell the smoke an’ hear the racket!
Guess it’s time I lit fer hum!
Jest one day’s enough an’ plenty
In the town fer me, I vum!
New-cut hay and fresh-turned furrers --
Smells that fill my heart with glee;
Cluck of hen an’ cowbell’s tinkle --
1 comment:
And THAT, ladies and gentlemen, is why we are Besties... Awesome.
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