Nature Sonnets (By the Village Poet)

There’s lots of things I do not understand,

     Which is becuz I haven’t been around

     ‘Mongst city folks where knowledge is profound,

Where art an’ science is on ev’ry hand.

To know a lot of things it must be grand.

     When pa put apples an’ pertaters in

     The sullar help frum neighbors  it was thin,

In fact there warn’t a single soul on hand.

An’ then he put in cider ten or more

     Barrels as big an’ heavy as could be

An’ there was helpers here full half a score,

     An’ worked like very Trojans, yes sir-ee.

There’s lots of things I do not understand;

To have a lot of knowledge must be grand.

Dec. 5, 1912