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Show LONQING FOn DOYHOOD DAY8 Poet Remembers Comoensatlon foi Hard Work He Had to Do. I think I'd slop th pls the way used to do, and bring In wood am! hunt for eggs ud bring the cowl home. loo. and grease the wagon and hitch up tho horses every day, nai water all the cows and cuIvhs and gtv the horses hay; and pump wash watsi and stay In an' churn, and churn, while other boys down by the crees wero having fun to burn. I'd like to salt th sheop, 1 would; I'd like tc milk the cows; I'd like to man a crosa cut saw and bava a wild carouse, wltb dad the other end of It to pull mc through tho log. I'd love to curry ofl the team and feed the cat and dog And when I'd got the chores all don and had ?ot through the rush. I'd lov to take a brush-hook and go out and cut some brush. I'd do these thing! again, I would, and never heave i sigh, for 'long about this time o' yeai I'd get my full of pie good home-mad mince and pumpkin pie, and hen'i eggs newly laid; salt-rlsln' bread and biscuits like tho kind my mothei made; and good backbone and spare ribs, too, and cornbread spread with grease these things lo have again would bring my spirit lasting poace. And so I'd like to slop tho pigs and feed the critters, too, and churn, and churn, and churn, and chum, just like I used to do Houston Post. |