Old Fashioned Roses
They ain't no style about 'em, And they're sort o' pale and fadedYit the doorway here without 'em Would be lonesomer, and shaded With a good 'eal blacker shadder Than the morning-glories makes And the sunshine would look sadder Fer their good old-fashion' sakes.
I like 'em 'cause they kind o' Sort o' make a feller like 'em!And I tell you, when I find a Bunch out whur the sun kin strike 'em, It allus sets me thinkin' O' the ones 'at used to grow And peek in through the chinkin' O' the cabin, don't you know!
And then I think o' mother, And how she ust to love 'em -When they wuzn't any other, 'Less she found 'em up above 'em! And her eyes, afore she shut 'em, Whispered with a smile and said We must pick a bunch and putt 'em In her hand when she wuz dead.
But, as I wuz a-sayin', They ain't no style about 'emVery gaudy er displayin', But I wouldn't be without 'em, - 'Cause I'm happier in these posies, And hollyhawks and sich, Than the hummin'-bird 'at noses In the roses of the rich.
This work was published before January 1, 1930, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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