OLD Granny Dusk, when the sun goes down, Here @3she@1 comes into thish-yer town! Out o' the wet black woods an' swamps In she traipses an' trails an' tromps -- With her old sunbonnet all floppy an' brown, An' her cluckety shoes, an' her old black gown, Here @3she@1 comes into thish-yer town! Old Granny Dusk, when the bats begin To flap around, comes a-trompin' in! An' the katydids they rasp an' whir, An' the lightnin'-bugs all blink at @3her;@1 An' the old Hop-toad turns in his thumbs, An' the bunglin' June-bug booms an' bums, An' the Bullfrog croaks, "O here @3she@1 comes!" Old Granny Dusk, though I'm 'feard o' you, Shore-fer-certain I'm sorry, too: 'Cause you look as lonesome an' starved an' sad As a mother 'at's lost ever' child she had. -- Yet never a child in thish-yer town Clings at yer hand er yer old black gown, Er kisses the face you're a-bendin' down. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VOYAGE OF MAELDUNE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE FORSAKEN by C. HAMILTON AIDE LES HIBOUX by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE AN EPITAPH ON MRS. EL: Y by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) A FORGIVENESS by ROBERT BROWNING RED FLAG by EDWARD RALPH CHEYNEY THE MAID OF THE MOOR, OR THE WATER-FIENDS, SELECTION by GEORGE COLMAN THE YOUNGER |