I'm back down in ole Georgy w'ere de sun is shinin' hot, W'ere de cawn it is a-tasslin', gittin' ready fu' de pot; W'ere de cott'n is a-openin' an' a-w'itenin' in de sun, An' de ripenin' o' de sugah-cane is mighty nigh begun. An' de locus' is a-singin' f'om eveh bush an' tree, An' you kin heah de hummin' o' de noisy bum- blebee; An' de mule he stan's a-dreamin' an' a-dreamin' in de lot, An' de sun it is a-shinin' mighty hot, hot, hot. But evehbody is a-restin', fu' de craps is all laid by, An' time fu' de camp-meetin' is a-drawin' purty nigh; An' we's put away de ploughshare, an' we's done hung up de spade, An' we's eatin' watermelon, an' a-layin' in de shade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEDANTIC LITERALIST by MARIANNE MOORE THE LITTLE FIRE IN THE WOODS by HAYDEN CARRUTH LA NOCHE TRISTE by ROBERT FROST WHAT THING A BIRD WOULD LOVE by ROBERT FROST DEAD LEAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |