English poem
SONNET WROTE WHILST THINKIN’ ABOUT A VACATION SPENT ON A FARM
by Nixon Waterman (1859–1944)
O Farmer, independentest of all Mankind art thou! I know, because, last year I spent my whole vacation, pretty near, On Uncle Eben's farm, and though I'm small, I hoed the corn and beans, and helped him haul And stack his hay. I'dst work until I'dst fear I'dst just drop down and end my sad career Before they'dst give the welcome dinner call.
My uncle dost not weigh his words with care, For once he told me that I wast a shirk; But I wouldst rather breathe the country air Than be a shut-in office-boy or clerk; For I found out whilst visitin' out there That I like farmin', but I hate farm work.
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