A Spring Poem

Buds er burstin’ out in glee

Frum the oak an’ chestnut tree.

Grass is startin’ like a shot

Down here in the medder lot.

An’ I s’pose yer now it means

Thet we’ll soon be pickin’ greens,

Layin’ in a three days stock,

Milkweed, dandy lion an’ dock.

Cleanin’ house an’ spadin’ groun’ –

O how welcome is the soun’,

As it falls upon our ear:

“Winter’s gone an’ spring is here.”

Frog an’ katydids pipe out

Thet ol winter’s gone up spout.

Elwhops peddled through the street

Bringin’ down the price uv meat.

Eatin’ on a barrel head

In the leaky ol’ back shed;

Cleanin’ house an’ spadin’ groun’, –

But how welcome is the soun’

As it falls upon our ear:

“Come, let’s make some springy beer.”

Then the kitchen monarch bawls,

To the lad thet fate o’erhauls:

“Tommy frop thet pussy willer

‘N’ come an’ take yer sarsaparilla.”

All day long sech soun’s ez these,

Mellered by the buzzin’ bees,

Fall like music on our ear –

Thus we know thet spring is here.

May we dodge aroun’ an’ skip

Thet confounded grippy grip,

An’ come out with purer blood

Than man’s known sence Noah’s flood.

‘N’ if we do we orter sing

Prises to the green-clad spring.

April 24, 1891

    Pub. in the

Conn. Valley Advertiser

     May 3, ‘91