Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CHURNING SONG, by SILAS DINSMORE First Line: Apron on and dash in hand Last Line: Calink! Calink! Subject(s): Butter | ||||||||
APRON on and dash in hand, O'er the old churn here I stand, -- Cachug! How the thick cream spurts and flies, Now on shoes and now in eyes! -- Cachug! Cachug! Ah! how soon I tired get! But the butter lingers yet; Cachug! Aching back and weary arm Quite rob churning of its charm! -- Cachug! Cachug! See the golden specks appear! And the churn rings sharp and clear, -- Cachink! Arms, that have to flag begun, Work on, you will soon be done, -- Cachink! Cachink! Rich flakes cling to lid and dash; Hear the thin milk's watery splash! -- Calink! Sweetest music to the ear, For it says the butter's here! -- Calink! Calink! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUTTER BOX by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE A VERMONT BUTTERY by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY SONG TO BUTTER by JR. ROY BLOUNT YELLOW BUTTER by MARY ANN HOBERMAN LONG-GONE SUN: 2 by CLAIRE MALROUX MILK AND BUTTER LADY by JUANITA BROWN TOBIN LETTER TO JOSEPH WARREN by ROBERT FROST OUR CAMP; IN THE AUTUMN WOODS by ROBERT FROST |
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