
A farmer narrator describes the worst drouth ever seen along Skillet way, after corn planted in May was drowned, then replanted and growing well until the dry spell struck hard, withering even tough weeds like fennel, hog-weed, pusly, and dock. Pitch sizzles on the hoss barn wall, roads turn to dust, Four Mile creek dries to scummy pools, and the cistern water grows foul. The corn becomes a field of rattling skeletons. One moonlight night, Bill claims the withered stalks speak, telling him Ma Nacher cares only for life as a whole, not individuals, and that living things get little more than fizz from existence. The narrator grows frightened watching a stalk nod and wave its arms.
By Payson Sibley Wild · First published 1918 · Genre: Narrative Poetry, Ballad, Dialect Literature · 665 words
Buggosh I never seen it dryer 'n 'tis / Ri't now down this 'ere Skillet way; / It's scassly rained a drop sence 'long in Joon, / An' gittin' dryer every day. / We got our corn in early 'n May, an' seen / It mos'ly drownded out, an' then / We planted it onct more an' watched it grow / An' stick out spiky leaves again. / A little later Bill 'e sez ter me / In one them joky little talks: / "We'll hev ter git a ladder when Fall comes / Ter reach the ears on them thar stalks. " / It shorely looked like that 'a' way ontil / The drouth begun ter hit us hard, / An' fennel, hog-weed, pusly, dock an' sich, / An' even plantain in the yard- / The sort o' stuff ye jes' cain't kill 'f ye try- / Was withered wisps o' nothin' 't all.
drought · farming · crop failure · rural America · vernacular poetry · dialect verse · nature indifference · existentialism · supernatural · withering · death · heat
The Drouth is listed on Textopian as a poem by Payson Sibley Wild, dated 1918 CE.
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