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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
I AM THE LITTLE IRISH BOY, by HENRY DAVID THOREAU Poet Analysis Poet's Biography Last Line: And I’m four years old Subject(s): Immigrants; Poverty | |||
I am the little Irish boy That lives in the shanty I am four years old today And shall soon be one and twenty I shall grow up And be a great man And shovel all day As hard as I can. Down in the deep cut Where the men lived Who made the Railroad. For supper I have some potato And sometimes some bread And then if it'''s cold I go right to bed. I lie on some straw Under my father'''s coat My mother does not cry And my father does not scold For I am a little Irish Boy And I'''m four years old. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WEALTH OF THE DESTITUTE by DENISE LEVERTOV EMPTY PITCHFORKS by THOMAS LUX FUNERAL SERVICE by EVE MERRIAM A SMALL COUNTRY by CLARIBEL ALEGRIA DOCUMENTAL by CLARIBEL ALEGRIA NOTES ON POVERTY by HAYDEN CARRUTH SONG OF TWO CROWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH PENCIL STUB JOURNALS: CHOICES by JOHN CIARDI AT LAST WE KILLED THE ROACHES by LUCILLE CLIFTON |
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