Poetry of Kansas

Tale Bearers

The old folks lived beside me. She would tell
She couldn't let him light the oil-stove now.
He would forget to put the chimney on
The flame, and they'd burn up. She'd laugh, oh well!
He's gettin queer's
He's gittin on, she said, in years!
 
And he would slip across and tell me she pulled
        threads
Out of the patch and sewed them in again
And didn't seem to know she'd put the same
Patch on the day before. As she's a-gittin old
She gits fergetful
But thank God she ain't fretful.
 
Then I was glad my father had remained
Cantankerous . . . would have his pipe in bed,
Made me obey him like a three-year-old . . .
But kept his autocratic clear old head . . .
Was needle-witted to the last
And never wandered in the past.

__Margaret E. Haughawout.

 

Sheep's Clothing
Margaret E. Haughawout
Page 22
(Pittsburg, Kansas: __. 1929)

 
Kansas:  Poetry  History  Towns  Counties  Colleges  Libraries  Museums

January 6, 2003 / John & Susan Howell / Wichita, Kansas / howell@kotn.org

Blue Skyways Kansas on the Net   Visit the Home Page for Kansas
  A service of the Kansas State Library