Second Carolina Said-Song*
Ammons, A. R. (1926-2001)
I was walking down by the old Santee River one evening, foredark fishing I reckon, when I come on this swarm of bees lit in the fork of a beech limb and they werz just a swarming: it was too late to go home and too far and brang a bee-gum so I waited around till the sun went down, most dark, and cut me off a pinebough, dipped it in the river and sprankled water on 'em: settled'em right down, good and solid, about a bushel of them: when it got dark I first cut off the fork branches and then cut about four foot back toward the trunk and I throwed the limb over my shoulder and carried'em home.
The Oxford Book of American Light Verse (Harmon)