DIS is gospel weathah sho' — <br />Hills is sawt o' hazy. <br />Meddahs level ez a flo' <br />Callin' to de lazy. <br />Sky all white wif streaks o' blue, <br />Sunshine softly gleamin', <br />D'ain't no wuk hit's right to do, <br />Nothin' 's right but dreamin'. <br />Dreamin' by de rivah side <br />Wif de watahs glist'nin', <br />Feelin' good an' satisfied <br />Ez you lay a-list'nin' <br />To the little nakid boys <br />Splashin' in de watah, <br />Hollerin' fu' to spress deir joys <br />Jes' lak youngsters ought to. <br />Squir'l a-tippin' on his toes, <br />So's to hide an' view you; <br />Whole flocks o' camp-meetin' crows <br />Shoutin' hallelujah. <br />Peckahwood erpon de tree <br />Tappin' lak a hammah; <br />Jaybird chattin' wif a bee, <br />Tryin' to teach him grammah. <br />Breeze is blowin' wif perfume, <br />Jes' enough to tease you; <br />Hollyhocks is all in bloom, <br />Smellin' fu' to please you. <br />Go 'way, folks, an' let me 'lone, <br />Times is gettin' dearah — <br />Summah's settin' on de th'one, <br />An' I'm a-layin' neah huh!<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-of-summer-4/
