Possum Trot Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC DDEEFFCC DDGGHHCC IIJKLLCC MMNNEECC OPBBMMCC| I 've journeyed 'roun' consid'able a seein' men an' things | A |
| An' I 've learned a little of the sense that meetin' people brings | A |
| But in spite of all my travelling an' of all I think I know | B |
| I 've got one notion in my head that I can't git to go | B |
| An' it is that the folks I meet in any other spot | C |
| Ain't half so good as them I knowed back home in Possum Trot | C |
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| I know you 've never heerd the name it ain't a famous place | D |
| An' I reckon ef you 'd search the map you could n't find a trace | D |
| Of any sich locality as this I 've named to you | E |
| But never mind I know the place an' I love it dearly too | E |
| It don't make no pretensions to bein' great or fine | F |
| The circuses don't come that way they ain't no railroad line | F |
| It ain't no great big city where the schemers plan an' plot | C |
| But jest a little settlement this place called Possum Trot | C |
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| But don't you think the folks that lived in that outlandish place | D |
| Were ignorant of all the things that go for sense or grace | D |
| Why there was Hannah Dyer you may search this teemin' earth | G |
| An' never find a sweeter girl er one o' greater worth | G |
| An' Uncle Abner Williams a leanin' on his staff | H |
| It seems like I kin hear him talk an' hear his hearty laugh | H |
| His heart was big an' cheery as a sunny acre lot | C |
| Why that's the kind o' folks we had down there at Possum Trot | C |
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| Good times Well now to suit my taste an' I 'm some hard to suit | I |
| There ain't been no sich pleasure sence an' won't be none to boot | I |
| With huskin' bees in Harvest time an' dances later on | J |
| An' singin' school an taffy pulls an' fun from night till dawn | K |
| Revivals come in winter time baptizin's in the spring | L |
| You 'd ought to seen those people shout an' heerd 'em pray an' sing | L |
| You 'd ought to 've heard ole Parson Brown a throwin' gospel shot | C |
| Among the saints an' sinners in the days of Possum Trot | C |
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| We live up in the city now my wife was bound to come | M |
| I hear aroun' me day by day the endless stir an' hum | M |
| I reckon that it done me good an' yet it done me harm | N |
| That oil was found so plentiful down there on my ole farm | N |
| We 've got a new styled preacher our church is new styled too | E |
| An' I 've come down from what I knowed to rent a cushioned pew | E |
| But often when I 'm settin' there it's foolish like as not | C |
| To think of them ol' benches in the church at Possum Trot | C |
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| I know that I 'm ungrateful an' sich thoughts must be a sin | O |
| But I find myself a wishin' that the times was back agin | P |
| With the huskin's an' the frolics an' the joys' I used to know | B |
| When I lived at the settlement a dozen years ago | B |
| I don't feel this way often I 'm scarcely ever glum | M |
| For life has taught me how to take her chances as they come | M |
| But now an' then my mind goes back to that ol' buryin' plot | C |
| That holds the dust of some I loved down there at Possum Trot | C |
Paul Laurence Dunbar
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