Men Of Harlan Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC DDEEFF GGHHII JJKKAA LLMMCC| Here in the level country where the creeks run straight and wide | A |
| Six men upon their pacing nags may travel side by side | A |
| But the mountain men of Harlan you may tell them all the while | B |
| When they pass through our village for they ride in single file | B |
| And the children when they see them stop their play and stand and cry | C |
| Here come the men of Harlan men of Harlan riding by | C |
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| O the mountain men of Harlan when they come down to the plain | D |
| With dangling stirrup jangling spur and loosely hanging rein | D |
| They do not ride like our folks here in twos and threes abreast | E |
| With merry laughter talk and song and lightly spoken jest | E |
| But silently and solemnly in long and straggling line | F |
| As you may see them in the hills beyond Big Black and Pine | F |
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| For in that far strange country where the men of Harlan dwell | G |
| There are no roads at all like ours as we've heard travelers tell | G |
| But only narrow trails that wind along each shallow creek | H |
| Where the silence hangs so heavy you can hear the leathers squeak | H |
| And there no two can ride abreast but each alone must go | I |
| Picking his way as best he may with careful steps and slow | I |
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| Down many a shelving ledge of shale skirting the trembling sands | J |
| Through many a pool and many a pass where the mountain laurel stands | J |
| So thick and close to left and right with holly bushes too | K |
| The clinging branches meet midway to bar the passage through | K |
| O'er many a steep and stony ridge o'er many a high divide | A |
| And so it is the Harlan men thus one by one do ride | A |
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| Yet it is strange to see them pass in line through our wide street | L |
| When they come down to sell their sang and buy their stores of meat | L |
| These silent men in sombre black all clad from foot to head | M |
| Though they have left their lonely hills and the narrow creek's rough bed | M |
| And 't is no wonder children stop their play and stand and cry | C |
| Here come the men of Harlan men of Harlan riding by | C |
William Aspinwall Bradley
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