Old-Fashioned Roses

Here is another poem from the collection of Riley’s Farm-Rhymes, a classic book of old fashioned country poetry.

Old-Fashioned Roses

They ain’t no style about ’em
And they’re sorto’ pal and faded,
Yit the doorway here, without ’em,
Would be lonesomer, and shaded
With a good ‘eal blaker shadder
Than the morning-glories makes,
And the sunshine would look sadder
Fer their good old-fashion’ sakes.

I like ’em ’cause they kindo’-
Sorto’ make a feller like ’em!
And I tell you, when I find a
Bunch out whur the sun kin strike ’em
It allus set me thinkin’
O’ the ones ‘at used to grow
And peek in thro’ 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 ’em
Very guady er displayin’
But I wouldn’t be without ’em–
‘Cause I’m happier in these posies,
And the hollyhawks and sich,
Than the hummin’-bird ‘at noes
In the roses of the rich.

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