UNCLE SIDNEY, when he was here, Maked me a squirt-gun out o' some Elder-bushes 'at growed out near Where wuz the brick-yard -- 'way out clear To where the Toll-Gate come! So when we walked back home again, He maked it, out in our wood-house where Wuz the old work-bench, an' the old jack-plane, An' the old 'poke-shave, an' the tools all lay'n' Ist like he wants 'em there. He sawed it first with the old handsaw; An' nen he peeled off the bark, an' got Some glass an' scraped it; an' told 'bout Pa, When @3he@1 wuz a boy an' fooled his Ma, An' the whippin' 'at he caught. Nen Uncle Sidney, he took an' filed A' old arn ramrod; an' one o' the ends He screwed fast into the vise; an' smiled, Thinkin', he said, o' when he wuz a child, 'Fore him an' Pa wuz mens. He punched out the peth, an' nen he putt A plug in the end with a hole notched through; Nen took the old drawey-knife an' cut An' maked a hande 'at shoved clean shut But ist where yer hand held to. An' he wropt th'uther end with some string an' white Piece o' the sleeve of a' old tored shirt; An' nen he showed me to hold it tight, An' suck in the water an' work it right. -- An' it 'ud ist squirt an' squirt! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A BREATH; TO THE WILLIAMSON BROTHERS by CARL SANDBURG BY THE PACIFIC by HERBERT BASHFORD A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 4. REVEILLE by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE END OF THE PLAY by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY A COWBOY'S WORRYING LOVE by JAMES BARTON ADAMS BRIDAL SERENADE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES WERE IT ONLY NOW by A. W. BELL |