Thoughts Fer The Discuraged Farmer Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBCDDEFFEE CGHGCIIJJAKK LLMNNLLLLL LDDLLOAPAMQQ LLLLLLLRL| The summer winds is sniffin' round the bloomin' | A |
| locus' trees | B |
| And the clover in the pastur is a big day fer the bees | B |
| And they been a swiggin' honey above board and on the | C |
| sly | D |
| Tel they stutter in theyr buzzin' and stagger as they fly | D |
| The flicker on the fence rail 'pears to jest spit on his | E |
| wings | F |
| And roll up his feathers by the sassy way he sings | F |
| And the hoss fly is a whettin' up his forelegs fer biz | E |
| And the off mare is a switchin' all of her tale they is | E |
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| You can hear the blackbirds jawin' as they foller up the | C |
| plow | G |
| Oh theyr bound to git theyr brekfast and theyr not | H |
| a carin' how | G |
| So they quarrel in the furries and they quarrel on the | C |
| wing | I |
| But theyr peaceabler in pot pies than any other thing | I |
| And it's when I git my shotgun drawed up in stiddy rest | J |
| She's as full of tribbelation as a yeller jacket's nest | J |
| And a few shots before dinner when the sun's a shinin' | A |
| right | K |
| Seems to kindo' sorto' sharpen up a feller's appetite | K |
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| They's been a heap o' rain but the sun's out to day | L |
| And the clouds of the wet spell is all cleared away | L |
| And the woods is all the greener and the grass is greener | M |
| still | N |
| It may rain again to morry but I don't think it will | N |
| Some says the crops is ruined and the corn's drownded | L |
| out | L |
| And propha sy the wheat will be a failure without doubt | L |
| But the kind Providence that has never failed us yet | L |
| Will be on hands onc't more at the 'leventh hour I bet | L |
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| Does the medder lark complane as he swims high and | L |
| dry | D |
| Through the waves of the wind and the blue of the sky | D |
| Does the quail set up and whissel in a disappinted way | L |
| Er hang his head in silunce and sorrow all the day | L |
| Is the chipmuck's health a failin' Does he walk er does | O |
| he run | A |
| Don't the buzzards ooze around up thare just like they've | P |
| allus done | A |
| Is they anything the matter with the rooster's lungs er | M |
| voice | Q |
| Ort a mortul be complainin' when dumb animals rejoice | Q |
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| Then let us one and all be contentud with our lot | L |
| The June is here this morning and the sun is shining hot | L |
| Oh let us fill our harts up with the glory of the day | L |
| And banish ev'ry doubt and care and sorrow fur away | L |
| Whatever be our station with Providence fer guide | L |
| Sich fine circumstances ort to make us satisfied | L |
| Fer the world is full of roses and the roses full of dew | L |
| And the dew is full of heavenly love that drips fer me | R |
| and you | L |
James Whitcomb Riley
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