Country Breakfasts

I hate to see

     The summer go,

An’ think uv frost

     An’ hail an’ snow.

I hate to eat

     By candle-light

An’ see the day

     Turn into night.

But there’s no loss

     Without some gain;

An’ there are things

     To ease one’s pain.

Tho’ summer’s gone

     An’ fall is here

Good buckwheat cakes

     Fill us with cheer.

Sept. 12, 1911