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A neighbor came, to ask about
A plough, that night;
He never could forget that strange
And awful sight.
A plough, that night;
He never could forget that strange
And awful sight.
She'd used the kitchen knife on him
And he was dead;
She sat, a bruised and battered thing
From feet to head,
And he was dead;
She sat, a bruised and battered thing
From feet to head,
And hummed a little song, or spoke
A tender word,
And tried to make blue feathers stay
Upon a bird!
A tender word,
And tried to make blue feathers stay
Upon a bird!
The ConservativeWinifred Virginia Jackson
THE TRICKSY TUNE
The Hired Man Speaks:
"He never spoke a civil word
To her; it was his rule
To snarl or shout; his best for her
Was 'Mooncalf, dolt an' fool!'"
To her; it was his rule
To snarl or shout; his best for her
Was 'Mooncalf, dolt an' fool!'"
The Story:
The house was built back from the Road;
It stood there grim and gray
And silent, 'mid great aspen trees
That quivered night and day.
It stood there grim and gray
And silent, 'mid great aspen trees
That quivered night and day.
The Road was narrow; old stone walls
Arose on either side
Begrudging from the farm the land
The roadbed had to gride.
Arose on either side
Begrudging from the farm the land
The roadbed had to gride.
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