The Long Road Home Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| When I go back from Billy's place I always have to roam | B |
| The mazy road the crazy road that leads the long way home | B |
| Ma always says Why don't you come through Mr Donkin's land | C |
| The footbridge track will bring you back Ma doesn't understand | C |
| I cannot go that way you know because of Donkin's dog | D |
| So I set forth and travel north and cross the fallen log | D |
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| Last week when I was coming by that log had lizards in it | E |
| And you can't say I stop to play if I just search a minute | F |
| I look around upon the ground and if there are no lizards | G |
| I go right on and reach the turn in front of Mrs Blizzard's | G |
| I do not seek to cross the creek because it's deep and floody | F |
| And Ma would be annoyed with me if I came home all muddy | F |
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| Perhaps I throw a stone or so at Mrs Blizzard's tank | H |
| Because it's great when I aim straight to hear the stone go Plank | H |
| Then west I wend from Blizzard's Bend and not a moment wait | F |
| Except perhaps at Mr Knapp's to swing upon his gate | F |
| So up the hill I go until I reach the little paddock | I |
| That Mr Jones at present owns and rents to Mr Craddock | I |
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| For boys my size the sudden rise is quite a heavy pull | J |
| And yet I fear a short cut here because of Craddock's bull | J |
| So I just tease the bull till he's as mad as he can get | F |
| And then I face the corner place that's been so long to let | F |
| It's very well for Ma to tell about my dawdling habits | G |
| What would you do suppose you knew the place was thick with rabbits | G |
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| I do not stay for half a day as Ma declares I do | F |
| No not for more than half an hour perhaps an hour or two | F |
| Then down the drop I run slip slop where all the road is slithy | K |
| And have to go quite close you know to Mr Horner's smithy | K |
| A moment I might tarry by the fence to watch them hammer | L |
| And I must say learn more that way than doing sums and grammar | L |
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| And if I do sometimes climb through I do not mean to linger' | L |
| Though I did stay awhile the day Bill Homer burst his finger | L |
| I just stand there to see the pair bang some hot iron thing | M |
| And watch Bill Horner swing the sledge and hit the anvil Bing | M |
| For Mr Horner and his son are great big brawny fellows | G |
| Both splendid chaps And then perhaps they let me blow the bellows | G |
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| A while I stop beside the shop and talk to Mr Horner | L |
| Then off I run and race like fun around by Duggan's Corner | L |
| It's getting late and I don't wait beside the creek a minute | F |
| Except to stop maybe and drop a few old pebbles in it | F |
| A few yards more and here's the store that's kept by Mr Whittle | N |
| And you can't say I waste the day if I 'ust wait a little | N |
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| One day you know a year ago a man gave me a penny | F |
| And Mr Whittle sold me sweets but not so very many | F |
| You never know your luck and so I look to see what's new | F |
| In Mr Whittle's window There's a peppermint or two | F |
| Some buttons and tobacco Mr Whittle calls it baccy | G |
| And fish in tins and tape and pins And then a voice calls Jacky | F |
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| I'm coming Ma I've been so far around by Duggan's Corner | L |
| I had to stay awhile to say 'Good day' to Mr Horner | L |
| I feel so fagged I've tramped and dragged through mud and over logs Ma | O |
| I could not go short cuts you know because of bulls and dogs Ma | O |
| The creek Ma Why it's very high You don't call that a gutter | L |
| Bill Horner chews tobacco Ma I'd like some bread and butter | L |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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