Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CLIMATIC SORCERY, by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: When frost's all on our winder, an' the snow's Last Line: Ner his mustache ain't white, ner he ain't old. Alternate Author Name(s): Johnson Of Boone, Benj. F. Subject(s): Milk; Summer; Weather; Milkmen; Milkmaids | ||||||||
WHEN frost's all on our winder, an' the snow's All out-o'-doors, our "Old-Kriss"-milkman goes A-drivin' round, ist purt' nigh froze to death, With his old white mustache froze full o' breath. But when it's summer an' all warm ag'in, He comes a-whistlin' an' a-drivin' in Our alley, 'thout no coat on, ner ain't cold, Ner his mustache ain't white, ner he ain't old. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR SON SWEARS HE HAS 102 GALLONS OF WATER IN HIS BODY by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE MY MOTHER'S MILKMAN by DIANE WAKOSKI BABY'S PANTOUM by ANNE WALDMAN MILK FOR THE CAT by HAROLD MONRO MILKING TIME by ELIZABETH MADOX ROBERTS THE MILKMAID by JEFFREYS TAYLOR LYNTON VERSES: 3 by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN A BOY'S MOTHER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |
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