Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CUORED O' SKEERIN', by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Lish, you rickollect that-air Last Line: Little traction-engine there! Alternate Author Name(s): Johnson Of Boone, Benj. F. Subject(s): Animals; Horses | ||||||||
'LISH, you rickollect that-air Dad-burn skittish old bay mare Was no livin' with! -- 'at skeerd 'T ever'thing she seed er heerd! -- Th'owed 'Ves' Anders, and th'owed Pap, First he straddled her -- k-slap! -- And Izory -- well! -- th'owed her Hain't no tellin' jest how fur! -- Broke her collar-bone -- and might Jes 'a' kilt the gyrl outright! Course I'd heerd 'em make their boast She th'ow any feller, 'most, Ever topped her! S' I, "I know One man 'at she'll never th'ow!" So I rid her in to mill, And, jest comin' round the hill, Met a traction-engine! -- Ort Jest 'a' heerd that old mare snort, And lay back her yeers, and see Her a-tryin' to th'ow me! Course I never said a word, But thinks I, "My ladybird, You'll git cuored, right here and now, Of yer dy-does anyhow!" So I stuck her -- tel she'd jest Done her very level best; Then I slides off -- strips the lines Over her fool-head, and finds Me a little saplin'-gad, 'Side the road: -- And there we had Our own fun! -- jest wore her out! Mounted her, and faced about, And jest made her nose that-air Little traction-engine there! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALL THE LITTLE HOOFPRINTS by ROBINSON JEFFERS ROAN STALLION by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE HORSES by KATHARINE LEE BATES DANCERS AT THE MOY by PAUL MULDOON CRAZY HORSE SPEAKS: 3 by SHERMAN ALEXIE A BOY'S MOTHER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |
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