Plantation Echoes: A Collection of Original Negro Dialect Poems by Elliott Blaine Henderson - HTML preview

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DEY’S ER COL’ WAVE BRESHIN’ NIGH.

Trees dey leaves er sheddin’,

An’ de grasses tarnin’ brown.

Summah days is obeah,

An’ de wintah’s cumin’ roun’

Lonely quail er callin’,

Wid er weary lonely sigh,

Sno’ will soon be fallin’,

Soon er fallin’ fum de sky.

 

Coolsum is de weddah,

Dey’s er col’ wave breshin’ nigh.

Look out fo’ de wintah,

Kaze it’s cumin’ by an’ by.

Lissun at de wailin’,

An’ jes’ lissun at de moan,

Lissun at de sighin’

Tell yo’ dat’s de wintah’s tone.

Craps dun quit er sproutin’,

Not er millun’s on de vine.

Haint er watah seedin’,

Not er portion ub er rhine.

Long time fo’ to wait

Until de wintah leaves dis clime,

Summah cums er totein’

’Roun’ de sweet ol’ millun time.

Hain’t no use er kickin’

Kaze de Lawd is got control,

Makin’ ub de weddah

Eedah hot ah eedah col’.

Nebbah ax er pussun,

Nebbah no whah on de spot,

Wheddah dey would lak to

Hab de weddah col’ er hot.

So jes’ well keep joggin’

’Long er happy sort er way,

Crackin’ jokes er whislin’

Till de wintah goes estray.

 

Weddah doesn’t suit yo’,

Jes’ well make yo’se’f content.

Larn to’cep’ de weddah

Any sort er way it’s sent.

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