Dow's Flat Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABB CDCDD CECEE FGFGG HIHII JKLKK MNMNN OPOPP QRQRR SNSNN TCUCC VWVWW XYXYY ZXZXX NA2NA2A2

Dow's flat That's its nameA
And I reckon that youB
Are a stranger The sameA
Well I thought it was trueB
For thar isn't a man on the river as can't spot the place at first viewB
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It was called after DowC
Which the same was an assD
And as to the howC
Thet the thing kem to passD
Jest tie up your hoss to that buckeye and sit ye down here in the grassD
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You see this 'yer DowC
Hed the worst kind of luckE
He slipped up somehowC
On each thing thet he struckE
Why ef he'd a straddled thet fence rail the derned thing'd get up and buckE
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He mined on the barF
Till he couldn't pay ratesG
He was smashed by a carF
When he tunneled with BatesG
And right on the top of his trouble kem his wife and five kids from the StatesG
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It was rough mighty roughH
But the boys they stood byI
And they brought him the stuffH
For a house on the slyI
And the old woman well she did washing and took on when no one was nighI
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But this 'yer luck of Dow'sJ
Was so powerful meanK
That the spring near his houseL
Dried right up on the greenK
And he sunk forty feet down for water but nary a drop to be seenK
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Then the bar petered outM
And the boys wouldn't stayN
And the chills got aboutM
And his wife fell awayN
But Dow in his well kept a peggin' in his usual ridikilous wayN
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One day it was JuneO
And a year ago jestP
This Dow kem at noonO
To his work like the restP
With a shovel and pick on his shoulder and derringer hid in his breastP
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He goes to the wellQ
And he stands on the brinkR
And stops for a spellQ
Jest to listen and thinkR
For the sun in his eyes jest like this sir you see kinder made the cuss blinkR
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His two ragged galsS
In the gulch were at playN
And a gownd that was Sal'sS
Kinder flapped on a bayN
Not much for a man to be leavin' but his all as I've heer'd the folks sayN
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And That's a peart hossT
Thet you've got ain't it nowC
What might be her costU
Eh Oh Well then DowC
Let's see well that forty foot grave wasn't his sir that day anyhowC
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For a blow of his pickV
Sorter caved in the sideW
And he looked and turned sickV
Then he trembled and criedW
For you see the dern cuss had struck Water Beg your parding young man there you liedW
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It was gold in the quartzX
And it ran all alikeY
And I reckon five oughtsX
Was the worth of that strikeY
And that house with the coopilow's his'n which the same isn't bad for a PikeY
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Thet's why it's Dow's FlatZ
And the thing of it isX
That he kinder got thatZ
Through sheer contrairinessX
For 'twas water the derned cuss was seekin' and his luck made him certain to missX
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Thet's so Thar's your wayN
To the left of yon treeA2
But a look h'yur sayN
Won't you come up to teaA2
No Well then the next time you're passin' and ask after Dow and thet's meA2

Bret Harte (francis)



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