From an Old Garden (Cloud)/Sweetbrier

by Virginia Woodward Cloud

Sweetbrier

Dat Sweetbrar baby's de mos' onrulies' chile!Losin' huhsef along de stream, or in de dus' a mile;She's de things I disremember, but ma ole heart cain't fo'get,—Lak when I's barefoot milkin', en do clober tops was wet.She's de ole w'ite rose dat smell so sweet 'longside ma cabindo' . . . . . .En de Whip-poor-Wills, down in de woodsone time befo' de woah . . . . . .She's de smile to de eyes,en de th'on to de bres',—But ob all ma flower chillunshe's de one I lub de bes'!