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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HILL-BILLY, by LOA HAHL First Line: The white mists of mornin' Last Line: Let it lead where it will! | |||
The white mists of mornin' Creep down the blue glen; I dast not look 'round Lest I turn back again. There's kindlin' to split, There's taters to hoe, But wide places are callin'! Maw, I just gotta go! There's smoke from the shanty I know you're about; Paw'll still be a snorin', His jug near, no doubt. It hurt not to tell you, -- Paw'd rail at you so; You can tell him in truth That I snuck out to go. Store shoes in my knap-sack To wear into town; My fiddle wrapped keerful -- It's all that I own. There's furrows to turn, There's goobers to sow, But the wide places call me; I just gotta go! The finger o' mornin' Points over the hill, I must follow the pointin' Let it lead where it will! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ODE TO THE FRAMERS OF THE FRAME BILL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A PRAYER IN SPRING by ROBERT FROST NO LONGER COULD I DOUBT HIM TRUE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE SWORD by ABU BAKR OF MARRAKESH THE INCENSE BURNER by ABUS SALT TO JOSIAH ROYCE by BRENT DOW ALLINSON THE STORY OF FIORDISPINA, FR. ORLANDO FURIOSO by LUDOVICO (LODOVICO) ARIOSTO THE COMPLAINT OF CHASTITIE by RICHARD BARNFIELD |
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