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Another hero of those youthful years	A
Returns as Noey Bixler's name appears	A
And Noey if in any special way	B
Was notably good natured Work or play	B
He entered into with selfsame delight	C
A wholesome interest that made him quite	C
As many friends among the old as young	D
So everywhere were Noey's praises sung	D
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And he was awkward fat and overgrown	E
With a round full moon face that fairly shone	E
As though to meet the simile's demand	F
And cumbrous though he seemed both eye and hand	F
Were dowered with the discernment and deft skill	G
Of the true artisan He shaped at will	G
In his old father's shop on rainy days	H
Little toy wagons and curved runner sleighs	H
The trimmest bows and arrows fashioned too	I
Of 'seasoned timber ' such as Noey knew	I
How to select prepare and then complete	J
And call his little friends in from the street	J
'The very best bow ' Noey used to say	H
'Haint made o' ash ner hick'ry thataway	B
But you git mulberry the bearin ' tree	K
Now mind ye and you fetch the piece to me	K
And lem me git it seasoned then i gum	L
I'll make a bow 'at you kin brag on some	L
Er ef you can't git mulberry you bring	M
Me a' old locus ' hitch post and i jing	M
I'll make a bow o' that 'at common bows	H
Won't dast to pick on ner turn up their nose '	-
And Noey knew the woods and all the trees	H
And thickets plants and myriad mysteries	H
Of swamp and bottom land And he knew where	N
The ground hog hid and why located there	N
He knew all animals that burrowed swam	O
Or lived in tree tops And by race and dam	O
He knew the choicest safest deeps wherein	P
Fish traps might flourish nor provoke the sin	P
Of theft in some chance peeking prying sneak	Q
Or town boy prowling up and down the creek	Q
All four pawed creatures tamable he knew	I
Their outer and their inner natures too	I
While they in turn were drawn to him as by	R
Some subtle recognition of a tie	R
Of love as true as truth from end to end	S
Between themselves and this strange human friend	S
The same with birds he knew them every one	T
And he could 'name them too without a gun '	-
No wonder Johnty loved him even to	I
The verge of worship Noey led him through	I
The art of trapping redbirds yes and taught	U
Him how to keep them when he had them caught	V
What food they needed and just where to swing	M
The cage if he expected them to sing	M
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And Bud loved Noey for the little pair	N
Of stilts he made him or the stout old hair	N
Trunk Noey put on wheels and laid a track	W
Of scantling railroad for it in the back	W
Part of the barn lot or the cross bow made	X
Just like a gun which deadly weapon laid	X
Against his shoulder as he aimed and ' Sping '	-
He'd hear the rusty old nail zoon and sing	M
And zip your Mr Bluejay's wing would drop	Y
A farewell feather from the old tree top	Y
And Maymie loved him for the very small	Z
But perfect carriage for her favorite doll	A2
A lady's carriage not a baby cab	B2
But oilcloth top and two seats lined with drab	B2
And trimmed with white lace paper from a case	H
Of shaving soap his uncle bought some place	H
At auction once	H
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And Alex loved him yet	C2
The best when Noey brought him for a pet	C2
A little flying squirrel with great eyes	H
Big as a child's And childlike otherwise	H
It was at first a timid tremulous coy	D2
Retiring little thing that dodged the boy	D2
And tried to keep in Noey's pocket till	G
In time responsive to his patient will	G
It became wholly docile and content	E2
With its new master as he came and went	E2
The squirrel clinging flatly to his breast	F2
Or sometimes scampering its craziest	G2
Around his body spirally and then	H2
Down to his very heels and up again	H2
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And Little Lizzie loved him as a bee	K
Loves a great ripe red apple utterly	K
For Noey's ruddy morning face she drew	I
The window blind and tapped the window too	I
Afar she hailed his coming as she heard	I2
His tuneless whistling sweet as any bird	I2
It seemed to her the one lame bar or so	H
Of old 'Wait for the Wagon' hoarse and low	H
The sound was so that all about the place	H
Folks joked and said that Noey 'whistled bass'	H
The light remark originally made	X
By Cousin Rufus who knew notes and played	X
The flute with nimble skill and taste as wall	Z
And critical as he was musical	J2
Regarded Noey's constant whistling thus	H
'Phenominally unmelodious '	-
Likewise when Uncle Mart who shared the love	K2
Of jest with Cousin Rufus hand in glove	K2
Said 'Noey couldn't whistle ' Bonny Doon '	-
Even and he'd bet couldn't carry a tune	L2
If it had handles to it '	-
	-
But forgive	M2
The deviations here so fugitive	M2
And turn again to Little Lizzie whose	H
High estimate of Noey we shall choose	H
Above all others And to her he was	H
Particularly lovable because	H
He laid the woodland's harvest at her feet	J
He brought her wild strawberries honey sweet	J
And dewy cool in mats of greenest moss	H
And leaves all woven over and across	H
With tender biting 'tongue grass ' and 'sheep sour '	-
And twin leaved beach mast prankt with bud and flower	N2
Of every gypsy blossom of the wild	O2
Dark tangled forest dear to any child	O2
All these in season Nor could barren drear	N2
White and stark featured Winter interfere	N2
With Noey's rare resources Still the same	P2
He blithely whistled through the snow and came	P2
Beneath the window with a Fairy sled	Q2
And Little Lizzie bundled heels and head	Q2
He took on such excursions of delight	C
As even 'Old Santy' with his reindeer might	C
Have envied her And later when the snow	H
Was softening toward Springtime and the glow	H
Of steady sunshine smote upon it then	H2
Came the magician Noey yet again	H2
While all the children were away a day	H
Or two at Grandma's and behold when they	H
Got home once more there towering taller than	R2
The doorway stood a mighty old Snow Man	R2
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A thing of peerless art a masterpiece	H
Doubtless unmatched by even classic Greece	H
In heyday of Praxiteles Alone	E
It loomed in lordly grandeur all its own	E
And steadfast too for weeks and weeks it stood	S2
The admiration of the neighborhood	S2
As well as of the children Noey sought	U
Only to honor in the work he wrought	U
The traveler paid it tribute as he passed	T2
Along the highway paused and turning cast	T2
A lingering last look as though to take	U2
A vivid print of it for memory's sake	U2
To lighten all the empty aching miles	H
Beyond with brighter fancies hopes and smiles	H
The cynic put aside his biting wit	V2
And tacitly declared in praise of it	V2
And even the apprentice poet of the town	W2
Rose to impassioned heights and then sat down	W2
And penned a panegyric scroll of rhyme	X2
That made the Snow Man famous for all time	X2
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And though as now the ever warmer sun	T
Of summer had so melted and undone	T
The perishable figure that alas	H
Not even in dwindled white against the grass	H
Was left its latest and minutest ghost	Y2
The children yet materially almost	Y2
Beheld it circled 'round it hand in hand	F
Or rather 'round the place it used to stand	F
With 'Ring a round a rosy Bottle full	Z2
O' posey ' and with shriek and laugh would pull	Z2
From seeming contact with it just as when	H2
It was the real est of old Snow Men	H2

James Whitcomb Riley

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