Ridgely Torrence: The Son

Updated February 28, 2017 | Infoplease Staff

The Son

Ridgely Torrence

I heard an old farm-wife,
Selling some barley,
Mingle her life with life
And the name "Charley".
Saying, "The crop's all in,
We're about through now;
Long nights will soon begin,
We're just us two now.
Twelve bushels at sixty cents,
It's all I carried ?
He sickened making fence;
He was to be married ?
It feels like frost was near ?
His hair was curly.
The spring was late that year,
But the harvest early."