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Riley Farm-Rhymes


Riley, James Whitcomb, 1849-1916 / 2008-07-26 00:00:00

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RILEY FARM-RHYMES
JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY
INSCRIBED WITH ALL GRATEFUL ESTEEM


TO THE GOOD OLD-FASHIONED PEOPLE
The deadnin' and the thicket's jes' a b'ilin' full o' June,
From the rattle o' the cricket, to the yaller-hammer's tune;
And the catbird in the bottom and the sap-suck on the
snag,
Seems's ef they cain't--od-rot-'em!--jes' do nothin' else
but brag!
There' music in the twitter o' the bluebird and the jay,
And that sassy little critter jes' a-peckin' all the day;
There' music in the "flicker," and there' music in the
thrush,
And there' music in the snicker o' the chipmunk in the
brush!--
There' music all around me!--And I go back--in a dream
Sweeter yit than ever found me fast asleep:--And, in the
stream
That used to split the medder wher' the dandylions
growed,
I stand knee-deep, and redder than the sunset down the
road.


CONTENTS

BROOK SONG, THE
CANARY AT THE FARM, A
CLOVER, THE
COUNTRY PATHWAY, A
GRIGGSBY'S STATION
HOW JOHN QUIT THE FARM
JUNE
KNEE-DEEP IN JUNE
"MYLO JONES'S WIFE"
OLD-FASHIONED ROSES
OLD MAN'S NURSERY RHYME
OLD OCTOBER
OLD WINTERS ON THE FARM
ORCHARD LANDS OF LONG AGO, THE
ROMANCIN'
SEPTEMBER DARK
SONG OF LONG AGO, A
TALE OF THE AIRLY DAYS, A
THOUGHTS FER THE DISCURAGED FARMER
TREE-TOAD, THE
UP AND DOWN OLD BRANDYWINE
WET-WEATHER TALK
WHEN EARLY MARCH SEEMS MIDDLE MAY
WHEN THE FROST IS ON THE PUNKIN
WHEN THE GREEN GITS BACK IN THE TREES
WHERE THE CHILDREN USED TO PLAY
WORTERMELON TIME


RILEY FARM-RHYMES


THE ORCHARD LANDS OF LONG AGO

The orchard lands of Long Ago!
O drowsy winds, awake, and blow
The snowy blossoms back to me,
And all the buds that used to be!
Blow back along the grassy ways
Of truant feet, and lift the haze
Of happy summer from the trees
That trail their tresses in the seas
Of grain that float and overflow
The orchard lands of Long Ago!
Blow back the melody that slips
In lazy laughter from the lips
That marvel much if any kiss
Is sweeter than the apple's is.
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