With The Quandongs Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFEGHIHJKLKMNON PQGQRSMSNQLQGLTLUVWV| IF you happen to visit the Western Plains | A |
| When the summer is young and green | B |
| You can see the green of the quandong leaves | C |
| With the quandong fruit between | B |
| The fruit is the size of a plum perhaps | D |
| And red as your own blood's hue | E |
| And it falls to the ground at the touch of the wind | F |
| Like a drop of crimson dew | E |
| The wide plains lie with half shut eyes | G |
| At peace in a golden swoon | H |
| And the lizards drink their full of rest | I |
| Abask in the drowsy noon | H |
| There is only the whir of a wing perchance | J |
| To startle the sleeping lands | K |
| But the quandong trees all green and red | L |
| Are a twinkle with little hands | K |
| Oh many a tress has turned to grey | M |
| And many a song grown mute | N |
| Since Rita and Meg and Trixie and I | O |
| Went gathering quandong fruit | N |
| And there we were on the plains alone | P |
| In the hush of a drowsy air | Q |
| Rita and Meg with roguish eyes | G |
| And Trixie with wayward hair | Q |
| A far mirage of mingled sun and dream | R |
| Was born of the noontide sleep | S |
| And the rifled fruit of the quandongs lay | M |
| At our feet in a ruddy heap | S |
| I know that the quandong's burning fruit | N |
| Still reddens the drowsy air | Q |
| That Trixie is grown and sometime wed | L |
| And Rita is grave and fair | Q |
| I know that Meg of the roguish eyes | G |
| Though ten long years be sped | L |
| Still plucks the fruit of the quandong trees | T |
| When the quandong fruit is red | L |
| I know and I know to my loss alas | U |
| That I stand where the winds blow cold | V |
| And search with others another tree | W |
| For its scanty fruit of gold | V |
Roderic Quinn
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your mom: its very long but still good poem :)
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