Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE OLD MAN AND JIM, by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Old man never had much to say Last Line: "take keer of yourse'f!" Alternate Author Name(s): Johnson Of Boone, Benj. F. Subject(s): Death; Old Age; Soldiers; War; Dead, The | ||||||||
OLD man never had much to say -- 'Ceptin' to Jim, -- And Jim was the wildest boy he had, And the old man jes' wrapped up in him! Never heerd him speak but once Er twice in my life, -- and first time was When the army broke out, and Jim he went, The old man backin' him, fer three months; And all 'at I heerd the old man say Was jes' as we turned to start away, -- "Well, good-bye, Jim: Take keer of yourse'f!" 'Peared like he was more satisfied Jes' lookin' at Jim And likin' him all to hisse'f-like, see? -- 'Cause he was jes' wrapped up in him! And over and over I mind the day The old man come and stood round in the way While we was drillin', a-watchin' Jim; And down at the deepot a heerin' him say, -- "Well, good-bye, Jim: Take keer of yourse'f!" Never was nothin' about the farm Disting'ished Jim; Neighbors all ust to wonder why The old man 'peared wrapped up in him: But when Cap. Biggler, he writ back 'At Jim was the bravest boy we had In the whole dern rigiment, white er black, And his fightin' good as his farmin' bad, -- 'At he had led, with a bullet clean Bored through his thigh, and carried the flag Through the bloodiest battle you ever seen, -- The old man wound up a letter to him At Cap. read to us, 'at said, -- " Tell Jim Good-bye; And take keer of hisse'f!" Jim come home jes' long enough To take the whim 'At he'd like to go back in the calvery -- And the old man jes' wrapped up in him! Jim 'lowed 'at he'd had sich luck afore, Guessed he'd tackle her three years more. And the old man give him a colt he'd raised, And follered him over to Camp Ben Wade, And laid around for a week er so, Watchin' Jim on dress-parade; 'Tel finally he rid away, And last he heerd was the old man say, -- "Well, good-bye, Jim Take keer of yourse'f" Tuk the papers, the old man did, A-watchin' fer Jim, Fully believin' he'd make his mark Some way -- jes' wrapped up in him! And many a time the word 'ud come 'At stirred him up like the tap of a drum: At Petersburg fer instunce, where Jim rid right into their cannons there, And tuk 'era, and p'inted 'era t' other way, And socked it home to the boys in gray, As they skooted fer timber, and on and on -- Jim a lieutenant,--and one arm gone, -- And the old man's words in his mind all day, -- "Well, good-bye, Jim: Take keer of yourse'f!" Think of a private, now, perhaps, We'll say like Jim, 'At's clumb clean up to the shoulder-straps -- And the old man jes' wrapped up in him! Think of him -- with the war plum' through, And the glorious old Red-White-and-Blue A-laughin' the news down over Jim, And the old man, bendin' over him -- The surgeon turnin' away with tears 'At hadn't leaked fer years and years, As the hand of the dyin' boy clung to His Father's, the old voice in his ears, -- "Well, good-bye, Jim: Take keer of yourse'f!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND A BOY'S MOTHER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |
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