THE @3ver purpureum@1 Horace loved Is coming up the valleys; The violet-colored Spring he sung With Winter's coattails dallies; We're ready for it any day Up here at Jim McNally's. We're glad the sun is running high And paying earth attention; He's going up like other things Too numerous to mention; There's nothing that's too low in Burke But widder Plunkett's pension. The cattle hook the barnyard fence, The sheep are all a-bleating; The colts, they stomp their straw and hay And call for better eating; The singing school has gone the way Of that protracted meeting. The barber leaves his door ajar, The peanut cart is steaming; The folks are planning seashore trips That do the schoolhouse teaming; The teachers hope to summer through By eating grass and scheming. The singing sparrow 'dapts its throat To pure Italian quavers; The dandelion roots commence To gather juicy flavors; The alley kids begin to lick The other little shavers. The farmer men are working fast, The farmerettes still faster; They're looking into dirts and squirts, The nitrate group and plaster; By Fall they hope to be as rich As her 'twas Mrs. Astor. Depressing war has stopped at last And everybody rallies; It's great to see the violet Spring A-creeping through the valleys; We're ready for it any day Up here at Jim McNally's. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VOLUNTEER by HERBERT HENRY ASQUITH THE HEART OF THE TREE by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER THE NIGHT [NICHT] IS NEAR [NIGH] GONE by ALEXANDER MONTGOMERIE A DOUBTING HEART by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER THE GREAT SAINT BERNARD by SAMUEL ROGERS IF THE POETS HAD FEARED THE ADVERTISERS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS OF MAIDENS' PRAISE: AN INVOCATION by SAINT ALDHELM |