Wonder why I feel so restless; Moon is shinin' still and bright, Cattle all is restin' easy, But I just kaint sleep tonight. Ain't no cactus in my blankets, Don't know why they feel so hard— 'Less it's Warblin' Jim a-singin' "Annie Laurie" out on guard. "Annie Laurie"—wish he'd quit it! Couldn't sleep now if I tried. Makes the night seem big and lonesome, And my throat feels sore inside. How @3my@1 Annie used to sing it! And it sounded good and gay Nights I drove her home from dances When the east was turnin' gray. Yes, "her brow was like the snowdrift" And her eyes like quiet streams, "And her face"—I still kin see it Much too frequent in my dreams; And her hand was soft and trembly That night underneath the tree, When I couldn't help but tell her She was "all the world to me." But her folks said I was "shif'less," "Wild," "unsettled,"—they was right, For I leaned to punchin' cattle And I'm at it still tonight. And she married young Doc Wilkins— Oh my Lord! but that was hard! Wish that fool would quit his singin' "Annie Laurie" out on guard! Oh, I just kaint stand it thinkin' Of the things that happened then. Good old times, and all apast me! Never seem to come again— My turn? Sure. I'll come a-runnin'. Warm me up some coffee, pard— But I'll stop that Jim from singin' "Annie Laurie" out on guard. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MIDSUMMER FROST (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE NEW INN: A VISION OF BEAUTY by BEN JONSON THREE MOMENTS IN PARIS: 1. ONE O'CLOCK AT NIGHT by MINA LOY VERSES TO MR. C by ALEXANDER POPE TO A CHILD OF QUALITY, FIVE YEARS OLD. THE AUTHOR THAN FORTY by MATTHEW PRIOR ODE ON THE DEATH OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON by ALFRED TENNYSON THE WAITER AND THE ALLIGATOR by G. W. A. WRITTEN ON WHITSUN-MONDAY, 1795 by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |