“I
tell ye what,” says Jonas Lee,
“The
spring is what appeals to me;
Don’t
care fur all the rest the year,
But
when the gentle spring gits here
There
is a feelin’ in my soul
Which
puts me way beyond control;
A
joy thet busts my prison bars
An'
kerries me beyond the stars.
“I
like to set outside the door
Jest
where the sure rays shed an’ pour
Their
warmth down on my head all day
An’
doze an’ dream, an’ doze away
An’
hold communion with the skies
An’
ketch a glimpse uv parrerdise!
But
jest ez soon ez I git sot
My
wife she lands right on the spot.
“My
wife ain’t got the least idee
Uv
soulful things the same ez me,
She’ll
come at me full tilt an’ say:
‘I’m
goin’ to clean the house today,
Now
peel your jacket, Jonas Lee,
An’
bang that parlor carpet, see!’
An’
then the dreams thet I hev had
Are
busted, an’ my soul is sad!”
March
31, ‘10
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