"downa" poems
mrs mcginty lived in county downa grand old irish name in a grand old irish townshe had little cat it was black and whiteit slept all through the day then it roam around all nightone day she went to feed it but it wasnt there so she searched the house and then searched everywherethe poor cat was missing no where to be foundthen suddenly she heard a little purring soundso she went outside to see where the cat could be.there she found her cat sleeping in a tree.
Feb 22, 2010
Feb 22, 2010 at 12:04 PM UTC
Me 'r aw gawn a' fer dawn
'cept t'grizzle that passed them bowts on
'n Tangier boys t' young to take t' wooder
Tangier boys and twist knuckle fellers
Gather up t' cafe a'four
fer a soda widda woodermen's beans
'n downa docks a'foive a'clock
for castin' awff lines 'n dreams.
Fer pops gawn out t' bay n' t'oyster beds
over thin lip 'rizon no more t'seen.
Nuttin' but bikes, ***** slap jellies,
'n them ain't hard favored come-ere's
nigh as peas wandrin' the uppards
'til black chug zaust sounds riturn
from Chrisfiel', 'nuther day
jingin' in t'pockets, 'nuther shuck
pall ready fer spoiders n' hoi wooder.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 6:37 AM UTC