Old Town Types No.11 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCBDEDE FGHH IJIJ KLMMLNON PQRR STST| As first I remember him A red man and tall | A |
| Great Toll the blacksmith filled my childish eye | B |
| At its first crisp clamorous stroke | C |
| Every morning I awoke | C |
| To the ringing of his anvil as the years lagged by | B |
| And when the season came for them he made us iron hoops | D |
| And iron hooks to trundle them for children were his joy | E |
| And then down the village street we raced with joyous whoops | D |
| For little things contented us when I was a boy | E |
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| A glad giant toiling in his little tin shop | F |
| The great swelling arms he had the great rugged head | G |
| There he loomed beside the forge | H |
| Calling to his striker george | H |
| 'Smite it laddie Smite it while the iron glows red ' | - |
| So simply joyous in his strength he made of life a song | I |
| A straight man a proper man on no swift fortune bent | J |
| He went about his heavy tasks humming the whole day long | I |
| Accepting simply as it came his great gift of content | J |
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| The boasting tales his townsmen told he feigned were half untrue | K |
| And blushed to find his feats of strength had won him wide renown | L |
| Of how long since he flung his sledge | M |
| Fron Grogan's to the river's edge | M |
| And bore two bags of wheat a back the whole length of the town | L |
| Of how he raised a mighty beam to save a child from fire | N |
| When Simpson's store was gutted in the blaze of 'eighty six | O |
| 'They talk ' said he 'and tales will grow But Lord 'tain't my desire | N |
| For to figure as a hero thro' a brace of silly tricks ' | - |
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| As last I remember him A grey man and spare | P |
| Sitting in his sons' garage now from toil withdrawn | Q |
| Calling with a mighty roar | R |
| Startling in a man so hoar | R |
| 'Smite it laddie Smite it Lord the young 'uns lack the brawn ' | - |
| But as the cool of even comes to oust the day long heat | S |
| He is mindful of 'the missus ' ''Tis the rheumatiz ' he owns | T |
| Then shoulders back grey head erect he toddles down the street | S |
| Old Toll the ex smith a brave old bag of bones | T |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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