First poem from 'Wood Pile Poems' by Betty Smith Foley Published by Dorrance & Company 1938
Foreward
Throughout these poems I have tried faithfully to reproduce various phases of the life of the old-time Southern negro-his awe of the supernatural, love of grand display, his genuine delight in the simple joys of life, his loyalty, service and devotion to his 'white folks, ' faith in the Almighty, and his deep religious fervor.
His homely philosoply has been immortalized in song and story, but this book is dedicated to those readers who may be in sympathy with these chips of memory which I have picked up, as it were, from the old wood pile.
Betty Smith Foley.
You, Alexander Rafferty!
You's Mammy's little scum!
Ain't gone ter sleep-jes' lyin dar
Er-suckin' on yo' thum'!
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When I sets down in de evenin' whiles de shades
uv night is low,
An' I wants ter see de faces uv de folks I used
ter know,
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Chris'mus gif'! You's ketched, Marse Jimmy!
Chris'mus gif'! Dat's whut I say;
I's bin up er-ketchin' Chris'mus,
Long since 'fo' de break o' day.
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