Poetry of Kansas
 

Persimmons

Oh, it makes no diff'rence whether
We have dark or sunny weather,
Or whether the season's dry one er a wet,
You can bet your bottom dollar
That the trees along the holler
Will be full of big persimmons, for they've never
       failed us yet.
 
Oh, the corn an' oats an' wheat crop,
Turnips, 'taters an' the beet crop,
Are now an' then a fizzl, an' it makes us swear
       an' sweat;
But there's one thing we can bank on
That we've never drawed a blank on–
It's the 'simmon crop in Kansas that has never
failed us yet.
 
When the leaves are fallin', fallin',
An' departin' birds are callin',
Callin' sof'ly to each other, "It is time for us to
       get ;"
When the year's expirin' ember
Flings its light along November,
We will gather in our 'simmon crop that never
       failed us yet.

__Albert Bigelow Paine.

 
Rhymes by Two Friends
Albert Bigelow Paine & William Allen White
(Fort Scott: M. L. Izor and Son. 1893)
Pages 70-71
 
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October 22, 2002 / John & Susan Howell / Wichita, Kansas / howell@kotn.org

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