LOOKS LIKE RAIN. 



TIDD MURRAY. 



Low'ry sky an' Southern breeze, 

 Sun he's hid ahind a cloud, 



Robins singin' in th' apple trees, 

 Hoppei chirpin' sort o' loud. 



Guess I ain't so weather blind 

 That I don't know th' token ; 



Reckon that thar Southern wind 

 Shows th' drought is broken. 



Guess I can't get in th' hay 



'Coz its sure ter rain ; 

 Better wait till another day 



When th' signs are not ez plain. 



Reckon I'll ?et out th' pole 

 An' dig some worms an' hike 



Down ter th' old deep river hole 

 That used ter hold the pike. 



What! th' sun a burnin' through? 



Blame it ! let her burn. 

 An' th' sky a turnin' blue ! 



I don't care; let her turn! 



Might jest ez well be fishin' 



Ez ter be er pitchin' hay 

 When all th' time yere wishin' 



That termorrow'd be a rainy day. 



AMATEUR PHOTO BY R. C. W. LETT. 



A MORNING NIP. 

 Winner of 28th Prize in Recreation's 6th Annual Photo Competition. 



