A Poem for All Seasons

The following unattributed poem appeared in the Butte Record on November 12, 1853.

Month NOVEMBER Issue Date NOVEMBER 12 1853 page 4

I WOULD NOT DIE AT ALL

I would not die in Springtime,
When worms begin to crawl;
When cabbage plants are shooting up,
And frogs begin to squall;
‘Tis then the girls are full of charms,
And smile upon the men;
When lamb and peas are in their prime.
I would not perish then.

I would not die in Summer,
When trees are filled with fruit –
And every sportsman has a gun,
The little birds to shoot.
The girls then wear the Bloomer dress,
And half distract the men;
It is the time to swear it out –
I would not perish then.

I would not die in autumn,
When new-mown hay smells sweet,
And little pigs are rooting round
For something nice to eat.

the-bloomer-costume-by-nathaniel-currier

The Bloomer Costume, by Nathaniel Currier

‘Tis then the huntsman’s wild halloo
Is heard along the glen,
And oysters ‘gin to fatten up –
I would not perish then.

I would not die in winter –
For one might freeze to death
When blustering Boreas sweeps around,
And takes away one’s breath;
When sleigh-bells jingle, horses snort,
And buckwheat cakes are tall;
In fact, this is a right good world,
I would not die at all.

About nancyleek

Nancy is a retired librarian who lives in Chico, California. She is the author of John Bidwell: The Adventurous Life of a California Pioneer.
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