Squire Hawkins's Story Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I hain't no hand at tellin' talesA
Er spinnin' yarns as the sailors sayB
Someway o' 'nother language failsA
To slide fer me in the oily wayB
That LAWYERS has and I wisht it wouldC
Fer I've got somepin' that I call goodC
But bein' only a country squireD
I've learned to listen and admireD
Ruther preferrin' to be addressedE
Than talk myse'f but I'll do my bestE
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Old Jeff Thompson well I'll sayB
Was the clos'test man I ever sawF
Rich as cream but the porest payB
And the meanest man to work fer LaG
I've knowed that man to work one 'hand'E
Fer little er nothin' you understandE
From four o'clock in the morning lightE
Tel eight and nine o'clock at nightE
And then find fault with his appetiteE
He'd drive all over the neighberhoodE
To miss the place where a toll gate stoodE
And slip in town by some old roadE
That no two men in the county knowedE
With a jag o' wood and a sack o' wheatE
That wouldn't burn and you couldn't eatE
And the trades he'd make 'll I jest de clareH
Was enough to make a preacher swearH
And then he'd hitch and hang aboutE
Tel the lights in the toll gate was blowed outE
And then the turnpike he'd turn inI
And sneak his way back home ag'inI
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Some folks hint and I make no doubtE
That that's what wore his old wife outE
Toilin' away from day to dayE
And year to year through heat and coldE
Uncomplainin' the same old wayE
The martyrs died in the days of oldE
And a clingin' too as the martyrs doneJ
To one fixed faith and her ONLY oneJ
Little Patience the sweetest childE
That ever wept unrickonciledE
Er felt the pain and the ache and stingK
That only a mother's death can bringK
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Patience Thompson I think that nameL
Must 'a' come from a power aboveM
Fer it seemed to fit her jest the sameL
As a GAITER would er a fine kid gloveM
And to see that girl with all the careH
Of the household on her I de clareH
It was OUDACIOUS the work she'd doE
And the thousand plans that she'd putt throughE
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And sing like a medder lark all day longN
And drowned her cares in the joys o' songN
And LAUGH sometimes tel the farmer's 'hand '-
Away fur off in the fields would standE
A listenin' with the plow half drawnO
Tel the coaxin' echoes called him onP
And the furries seemed in his dreamy eyesQ
Like foot paths a leadin' to ParadiseR
As off through the hazy atmosphereS
The call fer dinner reached his earT
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Now LOVE'S as cunnin'a little thingK
As a hummin' bird upon the wingK
And as liable to poke his noseU
Jest where folks would least supposeU
And more'n likely build his nestE
Right in the heart you'd leave unguessedE
And live and thrive at your expenseV
At least that's MY experienceW
And old Jeff Thompson often thoughtE
In his se'fish way that the quiet JohnP
Was a stiddy chap as a farm hand OUGHTE
To always be fer the airliest dawnO
Found John busy and 'EASY ' tooE
Whenever his wages would fall dueE
To sum him up with a final touchX
He EAT so little and WORKED so muchX
That old Jeff laughed to hisse'f and saidE
'He makes ME money and airns his breadE
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But John fer all of his quietudeE
Would sometimes drap a word er soY
That none but PATIENCE understoodE
And none but her was MEANT to knowY
Maybe at meal times John would sayE
As the sugar bowl come down his wayE
'Thanky no MY coffee's sweetE
Enough fer ME ' with sich conceitE
SHE'D know at once without no doubtE
HE meant because she poured it outE
And smile and blush and all sich stuffZ
And ast ef it was 'STRONG enough '-
And git the answer neat and trimA2
'It COULDN'T be too 'strong' fer HIM '-
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And so things went fer 'bout a yearS
Tel John at last found pluck to goY
And pour his tale in the old man's earT
And ef it had been HOT LEAD I knowY
It couldn't 'a' raised a louder fussB2
Ner 'a' riled the old man's temper wussB2
He jest LIT in and cussed and sworeC2
And lunged and rared and ripped and toreC2
And told John jest to leave his doorC2
And not to darken it no moreC2
But Patience cried with eyes all wetE
'Remember John and don't fergetE
WHATEVER comes I love you yet '-
But the old man thought in his se'fish wayE
'I'll see her married rich some dayE
And THAT ' thinks he 'is money fer MED2
And my will's LAW as it ought to be '-
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So when in the course of a month er soY
A WIDOWER with a farm er twoE
Comes to Jeff's w'y the folks you knowY
Had to TALK as the folks'll doE
It was the talk of the neighberhoodE
PATIENCE and JOHN and THEIR affairsE2
And this old chap with a few gray hairsE2
Had 'cut John out ' it was understoodE
And some folks reckoned 'Patience tooE
Knowed what SHE was a goin' to doE
It was LIKE her la indeedE
All she loved was DOLLARS and CENTSF2
Like old JEFF and they saw no needE
Fer JOHN to pine at HER negligence '-
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But others said in a KINDER wayE
They missed the songs she used to singK
They missed the smiles that used to playE
Over her face and the laughin' ringK
Of her glad voice that EVERYthingK
Of her OLD se'f seemed dead and goneO
And this was the ghost that they gazed onP
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Tel finally it was noised aboutE
There was a WEDDIN' soon to beD2
Down at Jeff's and the 'cat was out'E
Shore enough 'Ll the JEE MUN NEED2
It RILED me when John told me soY
Fer I WAS A FRIEND O' JOHN'S you knowY
And his trimblin' voice jest broke in twoE
As a feller's voice'll sometimes doE
And I says says I 'Ef I know my bizG2
And I think I know what JESTICE isG2
I've read SOME law and I'd adviseQ
A man like you to wipe his eyesQ
And square his jaws and start AGINH2
FER JESTICE IS A GOIN' TO WIN '-
And it wasn't long tel his eyes had clearedE
As blue as the skies and the sun appearedE
In the shape of a good old fashioned smileI2
That I hadn't seen fer a long long whileI2
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So we talked on fer a' hour er moreC2
And sunned ourselves in the open doorC2
Tel a hoss and buggy down the roadE
Come a drivin' up that I guess John KNOWEDE
Fer he winked and says 'I'll dessappearC2
THEY'D smell a mice ef they saw ME here '-
And he thumbed his nose at the old gray mareC2
And hid hisse'f in the house somewhereC2
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Well The rig drove up and I raised my headE
As old Jeff hollered to me and saidE
That 'him and his old friend there had comeJ2
To see ef the squire was at home '-
I told 'em 'I was and I AIMED to beD2
At every chance of a weddin' fee '-
And then I laughed and they laughed tooE
Fer that was the object they had in viewE
'Would I be on hands at eight that night '-
They ast and 's I 'You're mighty rightE
I'LL be on hand ' And then I BU'STE
Out a laughin' my very wu'stE
And so did they as they wheeled awayE
And drove to'rds town in a cloud o' dustE
Then I shet the door and me and JohnP
Laughed and LAUGHED and jest LAUGHED onP
Tel Mother drapped her specs and BYK2
JEEWHILLIKERS I thought she'd DIEK2
And she couldn't 'a' told I'll bet my hatE
What on earth she was laughin' atE
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But all o' the fun o' the tale hain't doneJ
Fer a drizzlin' rain had jest begunJ
And a havin' 'bout four mile' to rideE
I jest concluded I'd better lightE
Out fer Jeff's and save my hideE
Fer IT WAS A GOIN' TO STORM THAT NIGHTE
So we went down to the barn and JohnP
Saddled my beast and I got onP
And he told me somepin' to not fergetE
And when I left he was LAUGHIN' yetE
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And 'proachin' on to my journey's endE
The great big draps o' the rain come downL2
And the thunder growled in a way to lendE
An awful look to the lowerin' frownL2
The dull sky wore and the lightnin' glancedE
Tel my old mare jest MORE'N prancedE
And tossed her head and bugged her eyesQ
To about four times their natchurl sizeQ
As the big black lips of the clouds 'ud drapB
Out some oath of a thunderclapB
And threaten on in an undertoneM2
That chilled a feller clean to the boneM2
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But I struck shelter soon enoughZ
To save myse'f And the house was jammedE
With the women folks and the weddin'stuffZ
A great long table fairly CRAMMEDE
WithN2

James Whitcomb Riley



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