Monday, September 23, 2013

Amanuensis Monday - Grandma Hill's Poetry, week 3

Oh, what fun it is to work all day,
While others have naught to do but play.
And if you stop, or scold, or fret
Then all the adverse talk you get.
You work and work till the end of the day.
You are stubborn, mean, crazy, so they say.
My only wish, when they are tired and old
The same is returned to them, a thousand-fold.

Nancy Jane Wiley Hill (1875-1960) was always writing something.  Many of those poems are now in the possession of her granddaughter Shirley Kern.  Shirley, with the help of her sister-in-law Ruth Ormsby, transcribed these poems in 1996 for a Hill-Ormsby-Kern family reunion.  I am going to post many of these poems so that they may be enjoyed by all. 

These are copyright 1996 and reprinted with permission.

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