He snuggles his fingers In the blacker loam The lean months are done with. The fat to come. His eyes are set On a brushwood-fire But his heart is soaring Higher and higher. Though he stands ragged An old scarecrow, This is the way His swift thoughts go, "@3Butter beans fo' Clara Sugar corn fo' Grace An' fo' de little feller Runnin' space@1. "@3Radishes and lettuce Eggplants and beets Turnips fo' de winter An' candied sweets@1. "@3Homespun tobacco Apples in de bin Fo' smokin' an' fo' cider When de folks draps in@1." He thinks with the winter His troubles are gone; Ten acres unplanted To raise dreams on. The lean months are done with, The fat to come. His hopes, winter wanderers, Hasten home. "@3Butterbeans fo' Clara Sugar corn fo' Grace An' fo' de little feller Runnin' space@1 . . . " | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE KINGS by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY UPON THE NIPPLES OF JULIA'S BREAST by ROBERT HERRICK THE CHILD ALONE: 1. THE UNSEEN PLAYMATE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON AN EPITAPH ON A DUTCH CAPTAIN by PHILIP AYRES THE REQUEST. TO LOVE by PHILIP AYRES VERSES TO A FRIEND by BERNARD BARTON SPECIAL MESSAGE TO THE VERMONT LEGISLATURE by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |