Home Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A B CDEEFFBBGGHHIIDCJKLL CCMM HHNNBBOOPPQQ RRQQSSQQHHTT QQCDQQUU QQQQVV WWXXCD

From Farmer Harrington's CalendarA
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JULYB
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Back to the old old homestead isn't it queerC
But stranger things than that have happened hereD
The old farm after giving oil by streamE
Until the world itself would almost seemE
About to lose its progress smooth and trueF
And creak upon its axis first we knewF
Closed business in the twinkling of an eyeB
And every blessed well we had went dryB
Then all the oil springs that my neighbors hadG
The example followed be it good or badG
And the whole region round here high and lowH
So full of wealth a few short months agoH
And men to get their circumstances oiledI
Is now poor farm land pretty nearly spoiledI
The little town a mile away from hereD
Where we sold eggs and butter many a yearC
And feared the neighbors' hens might over layJ
And glut the market some sad SaturdayK
From a few grown up folks a small child cropL
A church post office store and blacksmith shopL
This village grew to be within a yearC
A town of fifteen thousand people clearC
It had its banks its street cars and its gasM
And other wonders cities bring to passM
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Its house yards sold for twice as much I knowH
As my old farm was worth three years agoH
But the town did not grow on brain or soilN
But floated on a hidden sea of oilN
Which ebbed away one evening on the slyB
And left the city stranded high and dryB
And now the place is crumbling to the gazeO
A modern ruin in these modern daysO
No banks no street cars no hotels in townP
The mansions have been burned or taken downP
It shows how soon all greatness is unmadeQ
When once it gets upon the down hill gradeQ
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So we've come back to take our former farmR
Fix it up somehow coax back its old charmR
And live here by the city noise unstirredQ
To cogitate on what we've seen and heardQ
While living in a bustle and a brawlS
That sometimes hardly let us think at allS
The old house was kept whole in every partQ
I had that put in writing on the startQ
And though the farm seems very much as thoughH
An earthquake had lived here a year or soH
We mean to try and make it seem some weekT
More as it did before it sprung a leakT
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First thing I said when home began to fitQ
And thus afford us time to breathe a bitQ
We've been out to the city now my dearC
Let's bring a small part of the city hereD
I'm going on this very day to sendQ
For several children such as need a friendQ
And have them come out here and get some airU
With room to turn around and some to spareU
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I wrote some men and women in the cityQ
Who give poor children help as well as pityQ
Send out as many as you can affordQ
And every one shall have a month's clean boardQ
And carry back from out our plenteous storeV
Enough to keep himself a fortnight moreV
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The first night that we sat expecting themW
I did what some whole families would condemnW
I moulded up my feelings into rhymeX
In something less than fifteen minutes' timeX
Then voiced it to whoever would come nearC
I'll put the imposition right in hereD

William Mckendree Carleton



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