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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416873" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thoughts Fer The Discuraged Farmer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416873" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The summer winds is sniffin' round the bloomin'<br>locus' trees;<br>And the clover in the pastur is a big day fer the bees,<br>And they been a-swiggin' honey, above board and on the<br>sly,<br>Tel they stutter in theyr buzzin' and stagger as they fly.<br>The flicker on the fence-rail 'pears to jest spit on his<br>wings<br>And roll up his feathers, by the sassy way he sings;<br>And the hoss-fly is a-whettin'-up his forelegs fer biz,<br>And the off-mare is a-switchin' all of her tale they is.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416873" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">You can hear the blackbirds jawin' as they foller up the<br>plow--<br>Oh, theyr bound to git theyr brekfast, and theyr not<br>a-carin' how;<br>So they quarrel in the furries, and they quarrel on the<br>wing--<br>But theyr peaceabler in pot-pies than any other thing:<br>And it's when I git my shotgun drawed up in stiddy rest,<br>She's as full of tribbelation as a yeller-jacket's nest;<br>And a few shots before dinner, when the sun's a-shinin'<br>right,<br>Seems to kindo'-sorto' sharpen up a feller's appetite!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416873" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">They's been a heap o' rain, but the sun's out to-day,<br>And the clouds of the wet spell is all cleared away,<br>And the woods is all the greener, and the grass is greener<br>still;<br>It may rain again to-morry, but I don't think it will.<br>Some says the crops is ruined, and the corn's drownded<br>out,<br>And propha-sy the wheat will be a failure, without doubt;<br>But the kind Providence that has never failed us yet,<br>Will be on hands onc't more at the 'leventh hour, I bet!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416873" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Does the medder-lark complane, as he swims high and<br>dry<br>Through the waves of the wind and the blue of the sky?<br>Does the quail set up and whissel in a disappinted way,<br>Er hang his head in silunce, and sorrow all the day?<br>Is the chipmuck's health a-failin'?--Does he walk, er does<br>he run?<br>Don't the buzzards ooze around up thare just like they've<br>allus done?<br>Is they anything the matter with the rooster's lungs er<br>voice?<br>Ort a mortul be complainin' when dumb animals rejoice?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416873" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then let us, one and all, be contentud with our lot;<br>The June is here this morning, and the sun is shining hot.<br>Oh! let us fill our harts up with the glory of the day,<br>And banish ev'ry doubt and care and sorrow fur away!<br>Whatever be our station, with Providence fer guide,<br>Sich fine circumstances ort to make us satisfied;<br>Fer the world is full of roses, and the roses full of dew,<br>And the dew is full of heavenly love that drips fer me<br>and you.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a></strong></div>