I never saw
A thing more strong
To draw, to draw.”
The grammar wuzn’t quite what I would have liked it to be in this last verse of poetry, but I made it in a time of pain, and I knew that when croup and colic wuz round, she nor I wuzn’t a-goin’ to stand on a verb more or less.
And then I had another one:
“Some spignut roots
Steeped on the fire
Is always good
For my Josiah.
And a little Balm