Hezekiah’s Art (Joseph C Lincoln Poems)
My son Hezekiah's a painter; yes, that's the purfession he's at;An artist, I mean,--course he ain't a whitewasher or nothin' ...
My son Hezekiah's a painter; yes, that's the purfession he's at;An artist, I mean,--course he ain't a whitewasher or nothin' ...
When Ezry, that's my sister's son, come home from furrin parts,He fetched the folks a lot of things ter brighten ...
"Blessed are the poor in spirit": there, I'll just remember that,And I'll say it over 'n over, till I've got ...
It's getting on ter winter now, the nights are crisp and chill,The wind comes down the chimbly with a whistle ...
I've got a little yaller dog, a wuthless kind of chap,Who jest ain't good fer nothin' but ter eat and ...
Our Sary Emma is possessed ter be at somethin' queer;She's allers doin' loony things, unheard of fur and near.One time ...
Grandfather's "summer sweets" are ripe. Out on the gnarled old tree,Out where the robin redbreasts pipe, And buzzes the bumblebee;Swinging high on ...
Say, I've got a little brother,Never teased to have him, nuther, But he's here;They just went ahead and bought him,And, last ...
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