The Hoosier Folk-child Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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The Hoosier Folk Child all unsungA
Unlettered all of mind and tongueA
Unmastered unmolested madeB
Most wholly frank and unafraidB
Untaught of any school unvexedB
Of law or creed all unperplexedB
Unsermoned aye and undefiledB
An all imperfect perfect childB
A type which Heaven forgive us youC
And I do tardy honor toC
And so profane the sanctitiesD
Of our most sacred memoriesD
Who growing thus from boy to manE
That dares not be AmericanF
Go Pride with prudent underbuzzD
Go whistle as the Folk Child doesD
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The Hoosier Folk Child's world is notB
Much wider than the stable lotB
Between the house and highway fenceD
That bounds the home his father rentsD
His playmates mostly are the ducksD
And chickens and the boy that 'shucksD
Corn by the shock ' and talks of townG
And whether eggs are 'up' or 'down '-
And prophesies in boastful toneH
Of 'owning horses of his own '-
And 'being his own man ' and 'whenH
He gets to be what he'll do then '-
Takes out his jack knife dreamilyI
And makes the Folk Child two or threeJ
Crude corn stalk figures a wee spanH
Of horses and a little manH
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The Hoosier Folk Child's eyes are wiseD
And wide and round as Brownies' eyesD
The smile they wear is ever blentB
With all expectant wondermentB
On homeliest things they bend a lookK
As rapt as o'er a picture bookK
And seem to ask whate'er befallI
The happy reason of it allI
Why grass is all so glad a greenH
And leaves and what their lispings meanH
Why buds grow on the boughs and whyL
They burst in blossom by and byL
As though the orchard in the breezeD
Had shook and popped its popcorn treesD
To lure and whet as well they mightB
Some seven league giant's appetiteB
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The Hoosier Folk Child's chubby faceD
Has scant refinement caste or graceD
From crown to chin and cheek to cheekM
It bears the grimy water streakM
Of rinsings such as some long rainH
Might drool across the window paneH
Wherethrough he peers with troubled frownH
As some lorn team drives by for townH
His brow is elfed with wispish hairN
With tangles in it here and thereN
As though the warlocks snarled it soD
At midmirk when the moon sagged lowD
And boughs did toss and skreek and shakeO
And children moaned themselves awakeO
With fingers clutched and starting sightB
Blind as the blackness of the nightB
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The Hoosier Folk Child Rich is heJ
In all the wealth of povertyJ
He owns nor title nor estateB
Nor speech but half articulateB
He owns nor princely robe nor crownH
Yet draped in patched and faded brownH
He owns the bird songs of the hillsD
The laughter of the April rillsD
And his are all the diamonds setB
In Morning's dewy coronetB
And his the Dusk's first minted starsD
That twinkle through the pasture barsD
And litter all the skies at nightB
With glittering scraps of silver lightB
The rainbow's bar from rim to rimP
In beaten gold belongs to himP

James Whitcomb Riley



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