Honeysuckle

Virginia Woodward Cloud (1861โ€“1938)

From an Old Garden

Honeysuckle

Yo'ng Mis' Honeysucklerunnin' all erbout,Ef you stop by ter see'eryou'll shorely fine huh out.Up en down de lane she go,en ober fences, too,โ€”'Pears lak Mis' Honeysuckleain' enough ter do!But sweet? . . . Ume . . . Ume!Dat sweet she mek you smileDes lak you was a-watchin'de playfulles' chile.When de win' blow thoo de gardenso sweet am dat air,I know 'thout a-lookin'Mis' Honeysuckle's dere.