Classic Poem

MAKES AN INDIANA “NEIGHBORLY POEM” OUT OF IT

I ain't, ner don't p'tend to be,
Much posted on philosofy,
But to my truly rural mind
The feller that is good an' kind
Ain't worritin' his whole life through
'Bout what the worl' might say er do.
I allus argy that a man
That lives as natchurl as he can
Is jes' as safe as safe can be
In fur-off lands as Zekesbury.
Why, onc't I kindo' los' my way
In Mills's woods, but I wuz gay
An' singin'-like, when—Jeemses-whizz!
A wolf that looked like he ment biz,
Come snarlin' at me … Wuz I skeered?
I kep' right on. He disappeared!
An' sence that day my doctern's bin
To teach all you-uns how to win
The goal by livin' as you oughter.
(A Hoosier-picture here by Vawter).
I ain't, ner don't p'tend to be,
Much posted on philosofy,
But to my truly rural mind
It pays to jes' be good an' kind.