In the zunsheen ov our zummers Wi' the haÿ time now a-come, How busy wer we out a-vield Wi' vew a-left at hwome, When waggons rumbled out ov yard Red wheeled, wi' body blue, As back behind 'em loudly slamm'd The geäte a-vallèn to. Drough daÿsheen ov how many years The geäte ha' now a-swung Behind the veet o' vull-grown men An' vootsteps ov the young. Drough years o' days it swung to us Behind each little shoe, As we tripped lightly on avore The geäte a-vallèn to. In evenèn time o' starry night How mother zot at hwome, An' kept her bleäzèn vire bright Till father should ha' come, An' how she quicken'd up an' smiled An' stirred her vire anew, To hear the trampèn ho'ses' steps An' geäte a-vallèn to. There's moon-sheen now in nights o' fall When leaves be brown vrom green, When, to the slammèn o' the geäte, Our Jenny's ears be keen, When the wold dog do wag his taïl, An' Jeän could tell to who, As he do come in drough the geäte, The geäte a-vallèn to. An' oft do come a saddened hour When there must goo away One well-beloved to our heart's core, Vor long, perhaps vor aye: An' oh! it is a touchèn thing The lovèn heart must rue, To hear behind his last farewell The geäte a-vallèn to. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POST-IMPRESSIONIST SUSURRATION FOR THE FIRST OF NOVEMBER by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE SICKNESS by CHARLES BUKOWSKI TO NATURE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE PARRHASIUS by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS THE SONG OF THE OLD MOTHER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SHE LOOKS BEYOND TO-MORROW by RUTH FITCH BARTLETT |