STANDIN' at de winder, <br />Feelin' kind o' glum, <br />Listenin' to de raindrops <br />Play de kettle drum, <br />Lookin' crost de medders <br />Swimmin' lak a sea; <br />Lawd 'a' mussy on us, <br />What's de good o' me? <br />Can't go out a-hoein', <br />Wouldn't ef I could; <br />Groun' too wet fu' huntin', <br />Fishin' ain't no good. <br />Too much noise fo' sleepin', <br />No one hyeah to chat; <br />Des mus' stan' an' listen <br />To dat pit-a-pat. <br />Hills is gittin' misty, <br />Valley's gittin' dahk; <br />Watch-dog's 'mence a-howlin', <br />Rathah have 'em ba'k <br />Dan a-moanin' solemn <br />Somewhaih out o' sight; <br />Rain-crow des a-chucklin' — <br />Dis is his delight. <br />Mandy, bring my banjo, <br />Bring de chillen in, <br />Come in f'om de kitchen, <br />I feel sick ez sin. <br />Call in Uncle Isaac, <br />Call Aunt Hannah, too, <br />Tain't no use in talkin', <br />Chile, I's sholy blue.<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blue-90/
