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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...LEAVES OF A MAGAZINE by MARIANNE MOORE TO LUCASTA, [ON] GOING TO THE WARS by RICHARD LOVELACE WHEN SHE COMES HOME by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY UNDERWOODS: BOOK 2: 16. THE DEAREST FRIENDS ARE THE AULDEST FRIENDS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TO THE EARL OF WARWICK ON THE DEATH OF MR. ADDISON by THOMAS TICKELL MEMORY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |
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