Winter Poem by James Ephraim McGirt

Winter



Oh! the winter's coming,
Leaves are getting brown,
Hickory nuts and acorns
Falling to the ground

Pumpkins getting yellow,
Persimmons getting ripe,
Opossum 'gin to fatten
And quails begin to pipe.

Bird dog in the broom sage,
Hunter's got his gun,
Erastus with old Traylor—
Opossum'd better run.

Turkeys in the corn-crib,
Chickens got their sway;
Let'm be, they're fattening,
For Thanksgiving Day.

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