Acres and Acres

          When I was a young girl I went to the hill,
          To seek huckleberries, my basket to fill.
          They hung on the branches like grapes on the vine
          Acres and acres, and all of it mine!
           
          My mama's a weaver, her work without flaws
          From woolens of coat-weight to linens like gauze.
          I played in the storeroom with satins so fine--
          Acres and acres and all of it mine!
          
          A man came to court me, and won him my hand,
          Gentle and loving with great. . .tracts of land;
          His face it is handsome, his form it is fine--
          Acres and acres, and all of it mine!